Drop the mic

It your bra dino

Yo Habib, step back, you're messin’ with the pros,

Tryna flex in my lane but your style too slow.

You talk loud but your bars don’t hit,

Like a WiFi signal that can’t commit.

The tem wae are begin rap, u been dae swing na balls,

Mi punchline slap, u just dae run round halls.

U nor get no bars, na just empty calls,

Na cyah against me? Boy, watch u fall!

See, I build rhymes like bricks — solid and deep,

You just playin’ in the sandbox, talkin’ in your sleep.

Name’s Habib, but I call you “Maybe,”

'Cause you never bring fire, just excuses lately.