(Verse 1) Back in the day, when the beats was raw, Rappers spit fire, had the fucking world in awe. these days, it's a different scene, New cats on the mic, but they ain't as fucking keen. Old school flow, had that real grit, Every rhyme dropped, had a real fit. fuck these mumble rappers, leave them in a haze, keep on going round,like it's a fucking maze (Verse 2) Old cats had stories, from the heart they'd bleed, Newbies sound the same, they don't mean well. fucking Gen Z, fuck the new trend, fuck all them rappers riding pretends. Old heads crafted verses, like a fine art, New ones mumble words, they call it a start. did you hear that,yeah i smell that. rapping so bad making me pulled my pubes out (Verse 3) Remember when metaphors wins the crown, Now they jump on beats,you fucking clowns. think you got what it take, you're wearing a gown, fucking Gen Z, can't gun down a real man this not a hate, just a truth to face, Old school rappers,they set a different pace. it's not a race,you can erase,every piece of shit on your database respect to Eminem,2pac and biggy,Jay z snoop Dogg and Easy