Freestyle

I’m B Rabbit, my rap is like a plague, ‎Your bars are dust — I sweep them off the stage. ‎I’ll revive Tupac, let’s go back to ’96, ‎P. Diddy sends his regards — he’s locked up, no debate. ‎ ‎You’re stuck in the past, I’m carving the new wave, ‎My flow’s a tsunami, your rhymes are just a droplet, babe. ‎I spit fire, you’re just blowing smoke, ‎Every line I drop — another legend in the book. ‎ ‎From the underground, I rise like a phoenix, ‎Your career’s a joke, mine’s a chronic. ‎I don’t need a label, I’m the self‑made king, ‎While you’re begging for a feature, I’m already winning.