Verse 1 (King Apot)
You say we ain't good, and I love the way you lie
You can call me Wilbur Wright, cuz my lines are hella fly
You rock that sodium chloride, that must be why you're salty
Your hate's getting dry, it's like I'm sitting munching Saltine
Could spread you out on bread cuz you be super jelly
Of the greatness of Gradient, we got talent like DaVinci
Always wearing Kevlar, your shots do not affect me
I'm rocking Google Fiber while you're sitting still connecting
Your mind is full of hatred while mine is fully fertile
The way I treat you is like a quote by Churchill
“You will never reach your destination if you stop
And throw stones at every single dog that barks “
Even if I call you dog, you still think that you're feisty
But you're more like a little puppy tryna fight me
Your hate's not gonna hurt, so stop makin a fuss
Today's just not your day, cuz Wednesday's for us, oh!
[Chorus]
You want to be like me
You can't rap like me
You can't fight with me
So you hate at me
Verse 2 (RayJay)
Walk into the club, everybody look at me
Praising me for being better than Jermaine Dupri
When I'm around it feels like, time slows down
They all want my attention, they don't make a sound
Your bakery burn down, Your business is toast
But gradient is thriving, that I can boast
Call me Bugatti Veyron, I'm barely street legal
Livin life inthe fast lane, I'm burnin lots of diesel
Your sister come to my place all the time
You sit home alone and just bide your time
But you're not as smart as Kevin McAllister
Your family forgets you, you aren't their caliber
I'm a better doctor than House and better cook than Mr. White
And unlike George Custer, I actually can fight
So when we meet in the ring, prepare to concede
I'll Manny Pacquiao you, you'll go 0 and 3
[Chorus]
Verse 3 (White Priv)
From the land of lincoln but i see we aren't created equal
We bringin rap uphevals, to be this good should be illegal
You try to H A T E, get shot down A S A P
That's right i'll knock you down so fast we gon have time for a sequel
Man, check that ego, full of yourself like russian dolls
Me mountains of greatness, straight up himalayas, just call us nepal
You know we up high--- while you down in the valley
I know this'll be over easy like eggs and i'm ready to rock the finale
Count one, two, three, after that we all bored of your whinin'
So dont, blame, me, when you run back to your homies cryin'
When i hear a beat, i rap like it's christmas
Gettin you to spit a line: pretty ambitious
Now this goes out to the whole world, errybody who's jealous
75th hunger games, but you're not gonna quell us
Writin line after line, we're still in our prime
And the haters who think they can touch us? you got quite a climb
[Chorus]