7 minute drill

(Verse 1) Yo, little Riddler, thinkin' you slick, But I’m spittin’ bars, man, you barely a flick. You playin’ games, but I’m the real deal, Got the fire in my soul, can’t nobody steal. You puzzle like a riddle, but I’m the whole book, Every line I drop, got ‘em all shook. They say you got bars, but they barely a whisper, I’m a heavyweight champ, you just a quick flicker. (Verse 2) Tryna step to me, boy, you better think twice, I’m the king of the throne, and you rollin’ the dice. I’m the spark in the dark, while you fade in the back, This ain’t just a diss, it’s a lyrical attack. You wanna play chess? I’m the grandmaster, While you’re stuck in checkers, I’m movin’ faster. So step up your game, if you wanna compete, But remember, little Riddler, I’m bringin' the heat. (Verse 1) Yo, Little Rizzler, think you got the flair, But your game’s so weak, man, it’s barely there, Claim you got the drip, but it’s just a mirage, Like a cheap imitation, you ain't livin' large. Flexin’ on the ‘Gram, but we know it’s a front, Got no real skills, just a wannabe stunt, Talkin’ big moves, but you stuck in the past, While I’m stackin' these wins, you just fading fast. (Verse 2) You rollin’ with the crew, but they know you a joke, Tryna spit fire, but you barely smoke, I’m the king of the block, you just playin’ pretend, In this rap game, boy, you just won’t ascend. You think you got the rizz, but you missin’ the spark, Like a light in the dark, you just lost in the park, So step back, Rizzler, and learn from the best, In this lyrical battle, you’re failin’ the test.