Yo, Carzell, step back, your rhymes are whack, Your flow's so slow, it's like a heart attack. Thought you had bars, but it's just a facade, I'm spitting fire, you're stuck in the mirage. Your rhymes are outdated, like a fossil in the dirt, I'm the future of rap, your style's getting hurt. You claim to be a king, but you're just a pawn, I'm the real deal, while you're just a yawn. Carzell, please, retire that weak game, I'm elevating, you're stuck in the same lane. Your verses are softer than a lullaby, I'm the storm, and you're just a mild sky.