[Mike Parker]
We all saw pride and thought what great production to shoot the video in slow motion
Whoops realized our mistake after you needed physio cause that was actually top speed you'd been approaching
Wordz must have misheard you when you were in front telling him you were a fuckin heavyweight
He whispered hurry up but then clicked and went oh shit he was actually just telling me he was fucking heavy wait
Title Shot? Nah this is just another chill day smoking the Greene / green
Cause I'm leaving you with nothing but expired hits choking on screen
So before you mount that high horse about being top tier
Let me count out why you're not you obviously forgot how you got here
Everybody knows it doesn't take much for a body to get rid of potassium
But even he wasn't left salty enough to stop you flaming when you tried to go gassin' him
Round two had you skating on thin ice but you survived a fall from grace
So when Nick tripped you slid up the rear to come first like Bradbury winning that Salt Lake fallen race
Kelvin hit his limit after you blew him away in a minute like nasty sluts giving a BJ
But when you only get scratched by Krafty Cuts does a win even count after you've beaten a DJ
What the fuck is an outdated Funkatron hitting targets and answering calls for the Flunkathon?
He couldn't even step to them halfway lines after receiving my call that cut him off shorter than Muggsy Bogues at a Dunkathon
Then NAC turned his back like you two were doing the do-si-do so with that no show out came the braggadocio
And again Hyde slipped through the crack with the weak hitting lines like the cut bag of coke he blows
So play by play I'm callin' those now everyone knows your title run was a little too on the nose
I'd love to say you ballin' but you chose to fake shots cause all you do is dribble when it's time to go against the pro's
So you really never won the throne room you were just handed the key with five free throws
And I haven't even been talking cheap shots yet cause God's the one giving out those
I mean does life still stink when you can't use your nose? He took away your sense just to add insult to injury
But it does show how this battle will go because I'm the only one who can actually smell victory
Then he's got you spitting about how the doctor gave you those pills to make sure your hormones right
Well I know how the doctor gave you those pills to make sure your whore moans right
But to your disbelief God had one final punch to the gut
He left you like a squirrel with no teeth unable to bust a nut
So in your fantasy when you prayed to bring a family up he said I know you ain't manly but
In this game of life when the fucking strings broken your only choice is to catch your balls in a cup
[Hyde]
I’ve got to admit that this conflict has me a little conflicted
I can wipe the floor with Mike for sure but what if he gets vindictive
Do I erase the last trace of my biggest fanatic
Or should I just let him win, and send him a few more albums while I’m at it
I guess this is what you call a lose-lose situation
Lose the reputation or endanger the relationship
But fuck it I been tip-toeing around for way too long anyway
I came back to RapPad and remembered that the backdraft of crap is way too strong anyway
NAC backed out because the fat cracks can’t scrap the fact that I’m a fucking heavyweight
And so what if I’m fucking heavy mate
I’m still the only rapper in a battle league that’s last chapter
Was a battle between you and a dude who calls himself a rapper
But can’t master the simple art of delivering a verse like it fucking matters
And every time I get approached about another match
I hope against hope that it’s not just more gutter trash
I watch you write your clever little lines
All hidden behind annotations filled with symbols and signs
But all the riddles and rhymes just conceal your designs
While doing nothing to change the fact that you. Just. Can’t. Rap
But it’s not just you Mike this is a fucking epidemic
I log on every damn day to another shitty artist tryna snatch some credit
And sometimes they even have the balls to act like they expect it
But if you make shit music then don’t expect me to respect it
And it’s shit if it ain’t electric
And from here on out you know so don’t fucking act like you don’t get it
Yeah I’m talking to you Roane, Azure, KiD, Saint James
D-CYPHR, Nana, Ian, Remo, I’m done playing these games
And if you don’t see your name on this list don’t think it means that you’re safe
I probably just forgot cause you weren’t worth the extra thought in my brain
I hope that y’all got that this verse is not the same
Caught somewhere between a resignation and straight flames
I made it three whole weeks listening to your fool claims
But I can’t stand by any longer while y’all talk like you walk at the top of the food chain
So as of right fucking now I’m done
Mike here’s your crown enjoy taking on the other scum
I don’t give a shit if any of you fuckers vote for me
Because my time is better spent writing rhymes that actually make dough for me
Feel free to call me again if you ever find some real rappers
But until then have a good fucking life I’ll be busy worrying about the shit that really matters