[Intro]
Who steals from fans from Kickstarter, my n***a? (Whoa)
Who made a diss record about me? Who does that? (whoa)
Nah, I don’t know who that is, son (who does that?)
They say I rap too fast
I got to slow it down so these fucking troglodytes can understand me

[Verse 1]
Let me tell a little story about a fuckboy named Diabolic
Big baby, talks a lot of shit, I call him Diaperbolic
Trolling me on Twitter, this bitch is trying to get his life acknowledged
Making all them threats will get you wet, don’t be hyper, Bolic
Yeah, some of these white rappers be out of pocket
Black rappers talk oppression and here they come trying to stop it
Promise, I’m on another level, I’m way above their garbage
I’m about to show these fucking devils who the true god is
Now here come Diaperbolic on his usual ho shit (you see him)
I tried to Google one of this loser’s songs, but he got no hits (wow)
Focus, then address me properly as the legend
When you get accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression, don’t it?

[Bridge]
Too many people focus on the little shit
Illiterate, ‘till Kweli bring the light like a [?]
So elegant, intelligence will make you feel irrelevant
Especially when I just begun, the story just developing (This for Brooklyn)
[Hook]
Yeah you tried it, but you failed though
You tried to hide it, but we can see that you’re frail though
You tried to fight it, but you’re real slow
So when you get the lightning, that shit hit you like a real blow

[Verse 2]
You’re dishonest with a stale ass delivery, you should spit harder
Give the fans their money back, you’re a homeless rapper with a Kickstarter (fucking thief)
I crowdfund for the people, you crowdfund for your ego
Your bullshit excuses about back orders is feeble, ho
What you’re nervous, man? You brought up me and Don Lemon in Ferguson
I was in the streets with the people, no media, no advertisements
The news cameras [?]
You say you’re hip-hop, but you never speak about the blacks the cops is murdering (crickets)
But let a black rapper try to speak on his people’s struggle
Here you go, all up in your fragile fucking feelings with your weak rebuttals (coward)
I know you’re mad that I topped so many white people’s favorite lists
I go to one of your shows, but they don’t fucking exist

[Transition]
Disrespect, you’re getting checked, ho, you start it, I’ma end it though
You ain’t got the heart, my intuition like a stethoscope
Be accountable for your words, make sure that shit you talk is credible
And if justice ain’t served, then never ask me to let it go
[Verse 3]
Nobody was talking to you, why you ‘reso fucking fragile, huh?
Gaggle cock, you’re just a fucking muppet, bitch, you’re Fragile Rock
You say you’re showing up to fight, but Brooklyn is kind of far
From the dash dreams of a fake R.A., rhyming in the basement of Long Island bars
Bitch, you mad you’re white? You’re about to be black and blue
Stalking me on Twitter, why so fragile? No one’s attacking you
Aw, who hurt you? Point me to the place of the doll where they touched you?
This is a safe space, stay in your fucking place
You can’t silence me, my blackness is my property
My life matters, my fist in the air’s exactly where it’s got to be
Oppression is vulgarity, but it is the violence that they’re shocked to see
Would you call my tactics terrorist if my name was fucking Cadmus?
Such hypocrisy, this a movie, is it horror or is it comedy?
I’m [?] of this rap shit, don’t get shot like James [?]
My discography is sort of like Jesus with the carpentry
Don’t ever question how I move the booth to stay on top of me
(Bitch)

[Bridge]
Too many people focus on the little shit
Illiterate, ‘till Kweli bring the light like a [?]
(Wait, I got some bars for Remedy too
In case he wants to bring his bitch ass back up)

[Verse 4]
My superior ability causes inferior fragility
You had a buzz once, but you’re soft as the fuzz on a killer bee
I really don’t know about this beef with Remedy and Cilvaringz
But Remedy gon’ meet a field n***a living in the field of dreams
For real, n***a, you’re a philistine, lyrically I’m a guillotine
RZA called him a thief, he’s a good actor so he might steal the scene
I’m still a king, your respect in the game don’t amount to a fucking hill of beans
You’re still a fiend, crack is wack, I ain’t know that was still a thing
[Outro]
I’m done man
Man fuck these white supremas rappers, my n***a man
Ayo, Poison Pen, Immortal Technique, come get your boy
He’s embarrassing your fucking crew, man
Wu-Tang, come get this Remedy n***a, man
I’m out
Talib Kweli
Peace