[Intro: Insanity]
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Double Lyrical
It's that time of the year again
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Let's go

[Verse 1: Insanity]
Give me that boom bap rap, mumbule rap is the death of me
Move back fast with my dawgs, no Pedigree
Who's that cat? Bust a cap in my enemy
Two backs backed against the wall, say the Hail Mary
You're walking on a tightrope when you're tryna copy my flow
I don't really like those rappers, I give 'em a high dose
Correct 'em like a typo, you're wrong, but that is [?]
[?] don't keep up your high hopes and get off your fucking high horse

[Verse 2: Jake Mackson & Futuristic]
I'm in for the title, better live for what I die for
Power over pussy, but pussy is what I like though, yeah
Got 'em side hoes, those pull up in the skys hoes
Had me low on highs, but what's life without the high lows?
[?] in my bag [?]
His head up high in the clouds, body down with the [?]
Shoutout to my ex, went from [?] to the [?] (Yeah)
If I'm broke, the money ain't ashamed to count all my blessings
[Verse 3: Futuristic]
Y'all suck, but it's really all love, I don't hate y'all
Game call, corner pocket, shot it, this the eight-ball
Race car how I'm on the track when I take off
Chainsaw how I'm chopping, put 'em in the graveyard
White people at the shows, hands up, Adolf
Six or seven rappers mad from the way I ate y'all
Need blue pills to spill, y'all flow stay soft
Copy-paste space bar, repeat the eighth bar
It's easy to me, yeah, I freestyled the verse
One take, duck face, ain't even rehearsed
Ain't even cursed, it's crazy, they didn't noticed that
Futon, flatten haters out when I fold 'em back
Gemini, different side, spit it like my zodiac
Teach you how to rap, damn, sorry, gotta hold you back
Run it back 'cause I be hitting like every [?]
Real rap, don't react, child's play, cul-de-sac

[Verse 4: Abhi the Nomad]
Yeah, top shelf totem hat
I came from the cloud, y'all modem rap
I'm buzzing off of nothing, y'all soda flat
You might see me body if you cop, real Doja Cat
Hoes crow when full flows hold yoga mat
Pole holes in your smoke shows, bro, I know the cap
Go to your promoter, show the bag, they don't know the math
Bitch may switch lanes, big brain, wrote the map
[Verse 5: Cyrus]
Yeah, I recorded my shit
Last, so it's only twelve bars in this bitch
But I ain't never need me a full sixteen
'Cause either way, it's three quarters, then you're back to the bench
And I ain't never gave a fuck about a rapper that lease beats
You a rapper, not an artist [?] to me, please
You want credit? Hmm, credit for what?
'Cause every one of your songs belongs to somebody else
A bunch of dudes that sound the same on every goddamn record
That like to act like what they're doing's even that impressive
See, this a lession learned, you gotta fail to succeed
But holy shit, you're stacking Ls like Cool J to a T
Yeah

[Verse 6: Kam Michael]
My shit is heartfelt, so they replay
No [?], but these days
I'm popping off in like each way
Still independent, got leeway
And I'm move fast on knee brace
They stay last, it's my race
Hate to be in this cold world
But I make it through with these one-takes
Yeah, I spend my time on making right decisions
You steady talking, get a job and get up out my business
I see the envy that you hold, it's only right to mention
They see the way I'm mixing flows, you think I was a chemist
I keep an [?] on my waist, you see the blue tips
I don't trust nobody, not a soul, on my new shit
And I been tryna focus on my own, got a blueprint
Keep everything I'm doing on the low 'til I'm booming
I told my baby, "Don't worry," I told my mom not to stress
And I'm 'bout to blow in a minute, and when it's done you'll regret it
I lock myself in this room and I'm writing hits 'til I'm dead
And I got my sight on my future and you can see where I'm headed
[Verse 7: Matthew Tuck]
Erased two numbers from my phone, [?] contact free
You need a different lense on life before I let you contact me
[?] say that I'm so sick, that they try to contract me
Me and [?] on the scene, just write the check to Tiger Kings
'Cause I'm rapping to the choir, well, some might say I preach
These songs are like a sermon, but with fifty times the reach
I know the door is locked, but there ain't one that I can't breach
You better stay out of my lane, you're drive ain't worth raising [?]
It's Matthew Tuck

[Verse 8: Justin Starling & Murs]
Ayy, not your average, pull up with the savages
Show me where the cabbage is, money having marriages
Ain't no Everest, this is just the catalyst
There is no comparison, your team so embarrassing
Look at my catalog, it look like a cemetery
The beats had 'em dead and buried, I'm colder than Ben & Jerry's
She love me like February
Tell 'em I'm very ready for beef in the streets
If they reach, they deceased (Let's go)

[Verse 9: Murs]
1996, my first tour starts in [?]
Since then, I never put down the microphone again
Before the Euro, we was making [?]
Paid for the flow because the show was so killer
[?] to the culture, bro, ain't nothin' realer
Going pop ain't fly, look, I'm not an outfielder
Baseball, apple pie, Founding Fathers, patricide
Repping for America, but coming from the blacker side
Turntables, hoop dreams, we don't just shoot things
Showed you how to rock a beat and how to rock your blue jeans
I'll buy 'em from [?] just because the cost is low
Yours is Louis V? That's really fucking awesome, bro
Hope you own your home and your masters and your publishing
Instead of tryna flex and tryna follow all these fucking trends
[?] when it's time to have fun again
Peace to the [?] squad, forever showing love to them

[Verse 10: Abstract & JZAC]
Who you think I am?
Hottest out, my swagger burning, so I need these fans
Metaphors' been over heads so best you catch these hands
Six figure offers for my [?] catalog got bands
Three-oh-seven reppin', nobody has done it bigger
Emperor got his groove back, she was pulling the wrong lever
Stab me in the back while thinking you mad clever
But if I wasn't enough, I know no one can do you better, see
I'm a man of class who never got his degree
I got plaques on my wall, just tombstones for my beats
I got ice in my glass for days, I was on the rocks
Now my own brand hang from a chain to my damn socks (Yeah)

[Verse 11: JZAC & Enkay47]
This ain't an amateur verse, I don't do janitor's work
But I mop the floor with these rappers, I'll leave your mans in the dirt
Told 'em, "Hand me some liquor, don't need to hand me a Perc"
You know the kid isn't missin', this ain't an Amber alert
You could tell when you hear me where my mentality at
I need the max contract, fuck your salary cap
Said we eatin', fuck your low-carb calorie raps
I'm the reason charged up, boy, my battery pack (Yeah)

[Verse 12: Enkay47]
When I die, I'ma probably resurrect from the grave
Dead for days
People'll probably think I'm a prophet when I awake
Annihilate the competition, spittin' every night and day
All that I'm tryna say is I was working five to eight
Inside a fucking factory, getting minimum wage
Was feeling insane
Which way am I gonna break? The same day
I went inside of my work to get paid, told 'em I quit
The best feeling I've had to this day
Let me get this off my chest, I pretend like I'm the best
But I'm not even getting sleep, it's obvious that I'm stressed
The problem is I'm depressed, my fucking life is a mess
It's like I hopped inside the driver's seat just so that I can rest
Fuck