[Produced by Morteh]

[Intro: James Brown]
Yeah, that's what happening man
It’s like real rap. Fellas!
Yeah
Damn, yeah
That’s it, I feel good!
Yeah
I know that y’all feel good too
Yeah
But we just gonna come through with our thing
See them other cats pray to get down like this
Yeah
But we know, we just gonna do our thing
Man y’all understand
I mean, you heard the night train
Morteh, how dare you

[Verse 1: UrBn Zombie]
Never claimed to be the best, but I’ll take a challenge
Cuz motherfuckers try to sprint, but they lose their balance
Imagine that, cuz Raymond think he hot shit
But evеn while he co-owned Thе Source, he was not lit
He was aware, but damn he was desperate
His music’s mediocre but he never could accept it
So then, he went and found his way into The Source
By demanding good reviews since he got the lethal force
That’s a bitch move, you’re prolly thinking it’s a rich groove
We all worked our ass off, you never seem to improve
Twenty-something years later; I’ll pull a Slater, track you down
And rip your layers off like a cheese grater
But damn, why should I try? You can’t rap with me
I write my own shit, you copied off of Cassidy
Or better yet, got the ghostwriter payroll
But that couldn’t stop another track from being racial
So face the fact, you haven’t thought this through
Consistent with race bait, give us something new
Without trying to reach out for help from the yard
With your second diss record, now you’re thinking that you’re hard
Acting like we gotta refuge
When the only hard thing you’ve ever done was getting shot by your nephew
Don’t believe me? Go and google it; my grip’s locked
Unlike your show, you got no love in hip-hop
[Refrain: James Brown]
Yeah, that's what happening man
It’s like real rap. Fellas!
Yeah
Damn, yeah
That’s it, I feel good!
Yeah
I know that y’all feel good too
Yeah
But we just gonna come through with our thing
See them other cats pray to get down like this
Yeah
But we know, we just gonna do our thing
Man y’all understand
I mean, you heard the night train

[Verse 2: UrBn Zombie]
So Eminem’s the "Rap Elvis," but tell me this:
Was he the one who had a warrant out because he missed
A court date due to driving vehicles around uninsured?
And then you went and started shouting slurs
At the Asian cops? While you’re claiming that they prey and stalk
Against the black man? Really that’s your way to rock?
Even under David Mays you had you head hot
Talking ‘bout the Celtics; I’ll leave ya with some red socks
Fucking hypocrite, tryna hold the tension
But the bodycam made you flop, like Redemption
Never took accountability, it’s like an odd hobby
Yelling slurs like we stuck inside a COD lobby
And don’t forget all the dumb shit you slander
Like Em with the Lions, he got Megatron and Sanders
You had potential, but you lost it
Em has got the nails, I’m just throwing dirt up on the coffin
[Refrain: James Brown]
Yeah, that's what happening man
It’s like real rap. Fellas!
Yeah
Damn, yeah
That’s it, I feel good!
Yeah
I know that y’all feel good too
Yeah
But we just gonna come through with our thing
See them other cats pray to get down like this
Yeah
But we know, we just gonna do our thing
Man y’all understand
I mean, you heard the night train