[Verse 1: Doze One]
Wack MC's they can't f** with my delivery
When I grab the mic I have them leaving acting jittery
Plus his girl gave me her number she's tryna scizzor me
But if his dicks involved her beaver smelling like a fishery
Wack mc's they can't f** with my delivery
Every time they step to me they get smoked like they hickory
They creep up from behind but I can seem em in periphery
These new rappers aren't hip hop they're contradictory
The hip hop movement
Has nothing to do with
The blueprint
That they drawing just for your amusement
Pollutant turning all these humans into mutants
Its less about the 2 chains more bout revolution
I make music for recruitment
They make music for the stupid
I hope my listeners do sh**
They hope their listeners use sh**
Wack MC's they can't f** with my persistence
Even if they kicking written rhymes it make no difference
They leading the new consumers I'm leading the new resistance
They rapping for the money, my goal is coexistence
Wack emcees they can't f** with my persistence
When I touch the mic i have em feeling like they misfits
I'm so far ahead that they can't see me through the distance
Get this dude a ghost writer, he need a**istance
The industry tricks you
Get a load of this dude
He just wanna find another mouth that he can spit through
Only concerned with making music that others can twist to
But rap inst only about the d** that you missuse
You need some tissues…sometimes i keep it too real
You repeating history I'm hip hop with a new feel
Your back trackin I'm reinventing a new wheel
Your hip hops Mugatu I'm the verbal f**in Blue Steel
[Chorus: Doze One]
That's word to my merits
Wack MC's step me to me and your sure to get embarra**ed
I get As you skip school like ferris
You'll be living in the basement I'll be smokin on my terrace
Looking down
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