BIRDS ON THE SCALE

Dr. Dre (Verse)

West Coast backbone, chrome tucked in the console,

Heard Slim Shady yap—boy, stay in your trailer hole.

I built empires, you built excuses, fake flexin’ online,

Trap houses boomin’, kilos stacked, money all mine.

Bodies in alleys, blood drip in trash bags,

Your rhymes soft—your career just a drag.

Pallets overseas, bricks heavy, automatic,

You sell lies in bars—I sell weight, fully static.

Send hitters through your block, leave your hood hollow,

You beg for street cred—I put bullets in tomorrow.

Flows weak as water, your crew don’t exist,

I’m the nightmare in the trap—shoot first, no miss.

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🎙️ Drake (Verse / Hook)

Trap on low, stove whistlin’, bricks in the slot,

Money fallin’ like rain, your weak-ass forgot.

Talk tough online, in the streets you froze,

Slim Shady? Not a threat, everybody knows.

OVO shooters slide, ghost rides in the night,

Level up twice—boy, your weak-ass can’t fight.

Cash in the mattress, smoke loud to forget,

Stackin’ hundreds in duffels, bricks weighin’ like jet.

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🌀 Future (Verse)

Beast mode, streets froze, birds in the depot,

Slim Shady talkin’ heat? Boy, he don’t want that smoke though.

Dirty soda cookin’, every brick certified,

We movin’ whole blocks while you barely survived.

Pluto-born dealer, drip lethal, killers in the cut,

You thrift-store rapper, fake bars, can’t keep up.

Trap house on fire, dope smell through the hall,

You playin’ with toys, I make moves, hit them all.

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💥 Xzibit (Verse)

X you quick—Slim Shady never mattered,

I pimp rides, crush careers, leave weak bars shattered.

Engines roar, clips out, my flow like grenades,

You a Wish.com rapper, fake-ass charades.

Slide through your hood, bodies drop silent, no chalking,

Think you survive? Boy, your time expired,

We move kilos, drop beats—your ass gets mired.

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🇺🇸 Trump-Style vocal Verse

Nobody moves birds better than me, believe it,

Slim Shady weak, pathetic, can’t achieve it.

I built towers, made deals, run streets like a king,

If winning was contagious, I’d be spreading the sting.

Dre called: “Don, Shady talkin’ crazy,”

I said, “No problem, we’ll shut that boy down, easy.”

Presidential bars, weak rappers squirm it,

Bricks in the trap, cash in the safe—confirm it.

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🎤 Drake (Hook Outro)

Trap on fire, stove blowin’, birds in the ceiling,

Slim Shady want smoke? Boy, he can’t handle the feeling.

Big-league table, my crew never concedin’,

Step up wrong—end up kneelin’, no pleadin’.