I'mma just begin the story by simply rhyming in my rap //
Avoiding the glorious assembly line leading to a trap //
Cause most rappers are made, with no lyrics to back them//
Their success starts to fade, impossible to see like a atom//
You wonder where they went, cause they wear out like clothes//
Their career was left for dead and its startin to decompose//
Fighting piece for piece, they try to solve the puzzle//
Keep igniting the beef, but the conflict is the struggle//
I'm just pacin myself as i chase for the top place//
If you cant handle the kings why try to come face the ace //
Its ay disgrace that real rap has been misplaced//
To cut to the chase i realized lyrics are not embraced//
Not gonna mention a name to give their image a frame//
Usin' the formula to make a hit is how they milkin the game//
Need some rubbers for these jocks fuckin hiphop in the ass//
Their bubblegum raps are the good for nothin racoons in the trash//
Get caught up in a mess nah i leave ya ass stranded
If i had to fight you lyrically i could do it singlehanded
We take you out the game and replace you like a battery
One bar out yo mouth is already wastin raps capacity
You cant compete with the elite man sit back in ya seat
We bring the heat to the street you can check the receipt
So tell me whose flow comes harder than cali4's can
Either you know nothin or u know that we're the best clan
let me know which verse you enjoyed most
