You call this rap? Why, it’s half the battle
Any fool can type out a rhyme or prattle
But that’s weak as a snake with no rattle
Instead of riding a bull it’s like mounting some cattle
See coming up on the spot is what rap’s all about
You could take a whole hour to figure out what you’d sprout
And probably look up a thesaurus for words that you doubt
Cheater or not there’s no way to figure out
There’s no accountability
For your count ability
Fake wordplay agility
Fake lyric humility
Master a vaster array of words to be heard
Faster, just blast her, away to curb all your absurd
Illusions and lies, you aren’t this witty, your rhymes are blander
Confusion, nice try, this is my city, that’s lies and slander