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.

Break necks in alleys, leave bodies in trash bags,

You rhyme soft—your whole career just a drag.

Pallets overseas, bricks stacked in the attic,

You sell lies in bars, I sell weight automatic.

Send hitters through your block, leave it full of holes,

You can’t handle streets, just beggin’ for controls.

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 with the stove on low, pots whistlin’ hot,

Kilos wrapped tight, money fallin’ in a big-ass slot.

He talk tough online, in the streets he froze,

Slim Shady? Not a threat, everybody knows.

OVO with shooters, ghost rides at midnight,

Level up twice, now 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’ weight, every brick certified,

We movin’ whole blocks while you barely survived.

Pluto-born dealer, drip lethal, pockets full of killers,

You thrift-store rapper, knockoff bars, weak-ass fillers.

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 out 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 is expired,

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

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🇺🇸 Trump-Style 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 me up: “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’,

Try to step up? End up kneelin’, no pleadin’.