don't test me

Yeah You wanted bars? I brought a landslide. [Verse 1] You talk tough online but your backbone borrowed, Fake king energy, paper crown hollow, I move full throttle, you stall no-auto, Whole squad sleepy, hit snooze tomorrow. You ain’t top tier, you a mock peer, Clock weird, disappear when the shots near, I drop fear in the atmosphere every hot year, Your career got less drive than a stopped steer. I’m volcanic, you panic, your flow’s mechanic, So outdated your mixtape belong in the attic, I’m cinematic, dramatic, bars automatic, Every verse hit harder than a freight train traffic. You mimic, gimmick, synthetic image, I finish critics in minutes with endless scrimmage, No limits, I bend rhythms, infinite sentence physics, You got the confidence but not the skill to live it. You brag loud but the facts weak, Backstreet rap geek with a cracked speech, I black beats, attack heat, never lack speed, Your whole catalog sound recycled past week.Rhyme after rhyme, line after line, I’m climbin’ while you decline every time, You counterfeit shine, I redefine grind, Leave your whole crew tongue-tied, stuck behind. Rhyme after rhyme, flame after flame, You wanted smoke now you can’t take the heat of the game, I don’t even gotta say names for the shame, ‘Cause everybody know exactly who I came to maim. [Verse 2] You got hype but no bite, low-light no mic control, I write cold like snowstorms froze the globe, Ten toes, never fold, pure gold in the soul, Your bars sound AI-generated with no control. I got schemes stacked deep like chess moves, Best dude, press crews, break necks in fresh boots, You stress views, obsessed with who gets viewed, I make headlines while you beg just to get through. I’m a cyclone psycho with tight flows, You typo every line when the lights glow, I might go beast mode, reload, strike foes, Your punchlines softer than pillows at a nice home. You faker than staged laughs on a late show, Same flow, same clothes, same goals, same pose, I rain those insane quotes that break domes, You take L’s so much you should trademark those. I got triple-time syllables, criminal visuals, Literal miracles mixed with invincible principles, You pitiful, minimal, barely even memorable, I’m unforgettable, every verse is collectible.This ain’t anger, it’s skill with precision, Built different, still winnin’, no gimmicks in vision, You wanted a battle but forgot one condition— You gotta have bars before entering competition. [Verse 3] I go beast, no leash, no peace when I feast, Every beat deceased when I speak from the deep, You weak, obsolete, retreat when we meet, Got your whole fanbase lookin’ stunned in their seats. I stack multis by the mile with aggression, Every style I perfected through trial and progression, You denial and deception, I’m survival and obsession, You rehearse failure, I weaponize perfection. You got a loud mouth but your sound watered down, Small-town talk with a lost-found crown, I walk down every beat and scorch whole rounds, You get hype one week then ignored next month. I’m too raw, too sharp, too hard to duplicate, You too fake, too late, too scared to innovate, I create earthquakes every time the booth shake, You evaporate under pressure like a cheap plate. [Outro] Yeah… That’s what happens when you ask for rhymes on rhymes. Whole track layered like a storm cloud. Game over.