Time to take down Little MT's claims. Listen up, Little MT, self-proclaimed king But your rhymes are stale, your flow's got no sting You claim mastery, but it's just a lie My skills surpass yours, I'm the one to deny Your throne's made of cardboard, fragile and weak I'm the one to topple it, your reign's unique You're no king, Little MT, just a pretender My rhymes are fire, yours are just a surrender You're a wannabe, I'm the real deal Dethroning you, that's how I feel Your bars are basic, lacking depth and might Mine are razor-sharp, cutting through your fragile light You mimic others, no originality in sight I'm the innovator, you're just a weak bite My flow's a tsunami, yours is a drip You're a joke, MT, and the punchline's ripped You're no king, Little MT, just a pretender My rhymes are fire, yours are just a surrender You're a wannabe, I'm the real deal Dethroning you, that's how I feel You better step up or step aside Your rhymes are tired, it's time to retire I'm the rap giant, you're just a little pest My diss track's the end, you're finally dismissed