[Intro: Termanology]
Yeah
Woo wee
Uh, 'Ology
Here we go
Uh

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Fuck them top fifty lists, y'all just get me pissed
Disrespectin' the GOATs with all that corny shit
No love for the foundation
Y'all just clout chasin' and nothin' y'all do is groundbreakin'
2019 full of false prophets
Them social media likes ain't affectin' my pockets
Got a demon in office and he teachin' you nonsense
War crimes and weapons, watch him secretly profit
Get me tight, honest, with they trife congress
And all these rappers promotin' they overhyped projects
Front row hypin' up like Drake at the Raptors
I'm Tiger Woods posted up by the lake at the Masters
I speak the word of God to these devils lurkin'
Through intelligent verses, but I'm better in person
Middle finger to your list, though, loadin' up my pistol
Aimin' at your head, I won't miss though

[Chorus: Termanology]
Uh, that's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Uh-huh, I said, "Fuck ya list"
That's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Middle finger to your face, "Motherfuck ya list"
That's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Uh-huh, I said, "Fuck ya list"
That's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Middle finger to your face, "Motherfuck ya list"
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
Thoroughly spitted, most rappers is gimmicks
Let's find out who really the truth, every four years, bar Olympics
Fifty rappers in a soundproof booth, one beat, five random topics
Let's eat, bon appétit, charity make all the profit (Woo)
Livestream it, no features, no ghostwriter to cheat with
Reveal real elite shit when rap stars get defeated
Gold medal, silver and bronze for uniqueness
I speak with heat, spit around cheese like the deep dish
Do tell me this, how you judgin', what's the criteria? (Uh)
Hottest song in the strip club, make lyrics superior? (No)
Culture vultures don't own facts, just gold plaques
You got a list of top rappers who don't even write they own raps
Come on, son, radio personalities play politics
Rappers mention popular n***as they wish they was down with
Clown shit, Influencers ride dick like a side bitch
Rap is skills, bars, rhymes and fly spit
So fuck your top fifty list

[Chorus: Termanology]
Uh, that's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Uh-huh, I said, "Fuck ya list"
That's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Middle finger to your face, "Motherfuck ya list"
That's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Uh-huh, I said, "Fuck ya list"
That's right, I said, "Fuck ya list"
Middle finger to your face, "Motherfuck ya list"