Frying Pan

Yeh i understand, i understand, I see a man who is dying to yap, trying to rap, but acting ain’t right, lacking direction, I’m back in the vibes, back on my shit, u standing on pride, I’m standing on legacy, damage in rhyme, can’t teach an old dog new tricks bet i might, play catch this subliminal, spit in yo eye, (let’s get it)

I got to diss, I’m wrapping the cord, and u got da shit, but lacking support, been asking for more, while u asking for war, but I just do burials, bury some more, bodies on bodies on bodies, I tallied the score, notch on my belt, till my waist gettin sore, put yo pride on a shelf, got a place for your sort, (shhhhh)

Pan, Stan, I been meaning to ask, do u stand for something u mean when u yap? Do u plan on coming at me when u rap? Do u wanna copy my beats and my tracks? Cuz I’m getting direct, put yo tv on blast, if u see me on that, keep the peace when u yap, (whack, whack, whack)

I’m cracking the whip like I’m whipping a crack-erm, yo shit is cheese, I’m holding my laugh-ter, yeh u can talk but do u follow after, u reaching from crumbs why u stuck in the rafters,

i see somebody who stuck on the fence, stuck in yo head, caught up in a sen-tense, I can’t figure out where the hair on yo head went, check-in yo chin if yo neck isn’t bent then,

I’m benchin’ yo reps, all that weight that you flexin’ is less than the stress that you get when you press send,

You sendin’ me threats but they never get sent in, your message be empty like checks you ain’t spent-in,

I’m ventin’, but only cuz you begged attention,

you mention my name just to feel comprehension,

my pen in ascension, yo pen in detention,

my lines hit like karma, yo lines need redemption,

you cappin’ for captions, you lackin’ the action,

you talk from the back but dissolve in the fractions,

your squad isn’t active, your facts never fact-in,

your flow like a movie with scenes missin’—actin’,

I’m taxin’, I’m charged up, I’m back with a vengeance,

your diss was a draft with no drafts for revisions,

you speak on my name for a clip and a mention,

I speak on your name as a favor—attention,

so listen, I pivot, I’m different, I’m gifted,

you mimic the gimmicks, I live it, you driftin’,

you liftin’ my cadence but fumble the rhythm,

I’m cut from a cloth that your fabric ain’t stitched in,

I’m chosen, I’m coastin’, my pen is in motion,

your waves never hit, they just die in the ocean,

the moment you wrote it, you knew I would roast it,

your ego inflated—allow me to pop it, I’m posted.

Ay ay ay ay let’s keep it PG when u see me know nobody else could beat me or be me couldn’t reach me in 3D even John cena couldn’t see me

I’m frying the pan, u trying to Stan, but I’m on the court u just stuck in stands…. Damn…