hang with me

Yo, this is a battle, no games, no lie,

Step up to the mic, let’s see if you’ll fly.

I’m here to show you what real rhymes sound like,

You thought you were fire? Man, I’m igniting the night.

You’re out here flexin’, talkin' that trash,

But your bars so weak, man, they crash and they flash.

I’m the storm that’s comin’, you’re just a breeze,

Your lines fall flat, my words hit with ease.

I’ve got the flow that’s cold, sharp as a knife,

You’re still stuck in the past, man, I’m changing life.

You’re lost in the game, can’t even find your rhyme,

I’m a heavyweight, you’re just a featherweight.

Step back, little homie, and take a seat,

Your lyrics are paper – light and incomplete.

I’m the king on this throne, you just a jester,

So step back, little man, ‘fore I leave you in the dresser.

You can’t hang with me, not a chance, not a prayer,

I’m the one they fear, you’re just standing there.

You’re fake with the bars, man, I’m real with the flow,

Step up to the stage, but I’m the one you should know.

Your rhymes are like a picture – all talk, no depth,

I got venom in my verses, leaving you out of breath.

You’re a clown looking for applause,

But I’m the one with the talent, breaking down your flaws.

You call yourself a rapper? Man, you’re out of your league,

I’m the shark in the ocean, you’re just a little minnow, weak.

Your metaphors lack layers, I write symphonies,

You’re still stuck on prayers while I’m making history.

Every line I spit’s a knockout punch,

You’re stuck in the kitchen while I’m eating lunch.

You can’t keep up, you’re falling behind,

I’m ahead of the game, you’re just in a bind.

You can’t hang with me, not a chance, not a prayer,

I’m the one they fear, you’re just standing there.

You’re fake with the bars, man, I’m real with the flow,

Step up to the stage, but I’m the one you should know.

Now I’m finishing this battle with no hesitation,

Your flow’s like a drought – no hydration.

I’m a beast with the pen, I’m a savage with the mic,

Your rhymes are weak, I’m here to strike.

You talk big game, but I’m the one with the crown,

While you’re stuck in the basement, I’m takin’ it downtown.

I don’t need no gimmicks, no flashy tricks,

My bars are heavy, they hit like bricks.

You’re out here begging for attention, like you’re great,

But I’m crushing your dreams, you’re already too late.

You’ll never rise to my level, never hit that high,

You’re chasing my shadow, but I’m flying past the sky.

So remember my name, keep it locked in your brain,

You came at the king, but you can’t take the reign.

I’ll keep it movin’, I’ll keep it tight,

‘Cause when it comes to rap, I’m the one who’s right.