Ether Q - Back To Back Freestyle (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ether Q] (Spoken) I got a f**ing sinus infection, so my apologies Sorry if it sounds a little off [Ether Q] I learned the game from the OG's spitting raps The type that finna scrap, and put a diss to wax Talked it and they living that, never artificial cats If you couldn't rap bet your a** got evicted fast Tweeting for the birds listen fast this a wrap f** a Twitter bash I'm about writing ripping tracks I drop bars ain't no 140 characters to limit that Don't give me dap if you ain't put 100 in ya craft I keep it one double-oh when I scribble pads Keep it one double-oh competition getting lapped Take that 100% and add 40 on the beat that's 140 but way deadlier than Twitter maannn I turn my chicken scratch into art like lithographs All these hashtag warriors I'll pound em with my raps Take they girl and pound her with it wrapped When my finger shift tre's I ain't typing hashtags on Twitter damn I ain't dissing no Meek and I ain't dissing no Drake I'm just saying the game a little different today Yeah I'm young but I came up (I came up) In the time when a rapper say ya name and you ain't run (you ain't run) Your mouth you hit the studio and ventilate And never break and go back and forth lyrically detonate Sever fakes let em break set the pace bet they chase Never let em catch up til the fans end the race By declaring you the winner levitate to your place At the top applause resonates throughout the place Keep it on the beat don't pull the heat we lost legendary greats, heavyweights Rest in peace, now back to wrecking ba** I'm from the city where Mike went back to back to back Took 3 years off and then went back to back to back If sk**s sold truth told I'd have racks on racks on racks I'm doing good and bet my raps have never lacked attack All these fans get too worried bout a net worth Count your own money get your checks first All these fans get too worried bout the color plaque Typing insults online from they mother's pad Starting beef over a lack of retweets Now you have to retreat clamor and plead Land on your knees asking for peace pa**ive and sweet Chances is bleak rapping is beast dastardly feat You gon get handed defeat You temp and whack like henna tats you'll never last Ok fine you're real tattoos, forever last Beef with E you better ante up lame Have you pay to keep ya life going like that Candy Crush game Talk about record sales, money made, b**hes f**ed All I hear is talking can't you deliver cuts Respect as a lyricist is reigning supreme Ether Q gotta prove since I was named after beef Murphy Lee got a Grammy and Nas got zilch So tell me how awards and sales be reflecting them sk**s Alright yal got it point made EQ is not to be crossed Unless you wanna add to your collection a punishing loss