[Intro]
Emiway
Come out to playyy...

[Verse 1]
Why were you in such a hurry to get killed?
You are fond of borrowing from others
But still can’t spit good because
I guess you’re in the habit of swallowing

Femiway, is like a snake
1 song of mine is equal to 8 of yours
Your height is short, reach up to my nose
When it comes to rap, you reach up to my balls

My flow is like fire every time
I will destroy your existence
Call you out like the government
Might open your ponytail and tear your tights

I kill every time
Your will does not work on me
You haven’t earned shit and act like Ambani
But I don’t tolerate drama, I’m not Bhansali

This is straight game over
Slap you and give you a makeover
You’ve lost your fans being fake
I play the long game, you can have one over
If I start shit, then I promise to finish it, you dream of defeating me
Your song’s don't make sense, these days you pay more attention to your clothes than your lyrics

Bury your dreams in your coffin
I will leave wounds even with my hands are tied
You can’t digest the truth but my words are heavy
Touch my feet 'cos rap is my religion and the climate is getting heated!
You’re 4 foot 7, probably why you can never be on my level
I grant your wish, reveal your secrets
You’re a snake in the grass and I’m the Gardner with a stick

Say you handled hip hop? I didn’t expect such a lie
Because the truth is Emiway
No one respects you in Hip Hop

They laugh at you bro
You should check on Facebook bro
These days Tony James grabs your pony tail
And tells you to bend over quickly
Bend over quickly
Bend over quickly
Bend over quickly

Facts bro, these are all facts bro
I’m like Gmail, you’re like a fax bro
Smack you up and make you say sorry
Like Tory Lanes did to your friend Dax
I hit the backstroke on a beat when I dive into a track
You know you’re weak, only shout on songs
You’re below us, tell me when you’ll put vermilion in between your hair?

I’m not backing down, I don’t see no light
From Delhi to Dharavi, you can’t put up a fight
I don’t need to protest, I’ve never lost sight
You didn’t diss me back coz you couldn’t write

I won’t say it again, ill put the whole market out
You’re two faced and left me no option
But I promise you, when It comes to rap
K will be too much, like this is Balaji

Quality bars, you just want to be Russ
You want to be hard, you want to be Em
You want to be a star
You just wanna be a wanna be, I wanna be apart

See I’ve been around way before this clown, ever could rap, set a lyrical trap, critical mass, then I takeoff

Now he tryna reply with that typical crap
Smack his ass back, got his Umbilical wrapped around a chainsaw

Don’t ever fucking rap in English again, just sit and pretend, while I
Pillage a villages of 10 with a militant pen, I am the illest of them
You ain't making no sense i’m dropping lyrical gems
You don’t have the balls to reply
You’re alone and got plenty of time
I’m not a pet, I’m wild, You’re just a sheep wearing a tiger's skin

[Outro]
K.R $
You know right?
Bajayenge, if they reply, they will be get smacked