[Intro: Demetrius Capone]
N***as always trying to give these mumble Rap n***as a pass!
Fucking cop-outs and shit
Talking 'bout "they' too young to understand
They ain't got to be dope, they' rock stars"
You know what n***as like Pac and Nas was doing when they was Your age?

[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, bitch
They was old as you, bitch
The same old as you, bitch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame shit
And bang on this coon shit
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
First off, fuck your bitch and that clique you claim
This is mumble rap killa, n***a this' Shoegang
That pistol bang
And hit your brain
And rip them braids
You died with Kool-Aid
Now you died when you laid
On the pavement
I put a motherfucking hit out
On any motherfucker with a hit out
Beat the shit out of your fans
Then I come for the man who put your shit out
White record labels using black puppets like that movie Get Out
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
If Jesus died for my sins, he need to die again
'Cause I'm 'bout to send up a storm when I bring fire in
Brimstones, tp rappers mumbling when that cyphering
Hol' up
We was going' leave it up to Yahweh
But God told us "go ahead and go handle them n***as y'all way"
Leave a mumble rapper for dead, fuck what the law say
Kill you on Valentine's Day
Broad day
[Bridge: Demetrius Capone]
N***as want to mumble
They want to rumble
Mix 'em up, put 'em in a pot like

[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, bitch
They was old as you, bitch
The same old as you, bitch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame shit
And bang on this coon shit
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
Y'all n***as deal with emotions like bitches
Got fans that love you, and money
But you traded your soul for riches
Rap culture is Gotham City and I'm The Joker
Not trying to be the heir to the throne, I'm Jaffe Joffer
Fuck a Grammy Award
I'ma grab me a sword
And find out where you fucking faggot rappers record
Then I'ma carve a tat' on your forehead
That read "dope lyrics matter more than they mattered before"
Y'all be on that coon shit
And don't think Hip-Hop cares
I'm on that Ice Cube shit
Exposing Hip-Hop squares
Dumb rappers need to go to Rap school first
First assignment: Google-search "Kool Herc"
I don't want to rhyme like you
I don't want to talk like you
That goes for the frauds like you
I'm hoping that God smite you
I'm quoting the COB-Bible
Rebelutionary
Stokely Carmichael with a loaded assault rifle
[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, bitch
They was old as you, bitch
The same old as you, bitch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame shit
And bang on this coon shit
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 3: Kenny Siegel]
God damn, I'm glad y'all set it off
Rap used to be hard, like my dick, now it's wet and soft
Like my bitch' pussy when she' getting off
And like my bitch' pussy, I like it way, way better raw
I-
Don't-
Fuck-
With-
None of these n***as
It's like someone beat me to the punch and muzzled these n***as
Someone, come and put some subtitles under these n***as!
It ain't Rap, even!
You harmonize like glaucoma
Why you mumble lines? (pssh)
That's scat singing
No one knows what you actually mean
Meanwhile my bars are as active as lean
To bash me you better be better than Sean Don
Better have a brain that work harder than Shawn's mind
I snap like photo-capture
Blasting a load on rappers like-
*Gunshot*
[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, bitch
They was old as you, bitch
The same old as you, bitch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame shit
And bang on this coon shit
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint

[Verse 4: Dice]
C.O.B. we running this Rap shit
Gun to your mouth, now you're really mumbling that shit
N***as on my block got hatchets and ratchets
That's H&R Block, like we' fucking with taxes
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
I let the gat ring
Got a extra clip
Like a added scene
My clip gon' have bodies on it know what that mean?
Got a fresh class of wack rappers on my magazine
Nineties babies, the same age as JAY-Z
When JAY-Z was payin' dues
Sayin' you fugazi
Age ain't an excuse, you lames are too lazy
That's why when you die, the fans can't even frame me
My bad, let me explain
After I kill n***as, the fans can't even blame me
'Cause y'all motherfuckers are wack saying your A-B-
C's to the beat, that's why my heater is wavy

[Interlude: Demetrius Capone]
Hip-Hop is my block, n***a
Rap is my dope, n***a
Y'all got too much cut on y'all dope and y'all trying to push it on my block?
What?!

[Chorus: Demetrius Capone]
Ain't no excuse, bitch
They was old as you, bitch
The same old as you, bitch
Same old excuses
You can label me a hater
But the gang finna' bang
On this lame shit
And bang on this coon shit
'Pac came on with Thug Life
Cube came on with Ruthless
Ain't no excuses
Nas came on with Illmatic
Jay still had it
From the 22 2's to The Blueprint