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Three placeholders
That's [ __ ] rich
You named three people
And somehow
Describe yourself
You walked in with the speech like you
Were great and everybody playing [ __
Professor while YOUR OWN [ __ ] LOOK sLOPPY.
Calling people failures like you
Got a
PERFECT RECORD, [ __
EVERY SECOND SCREAMS, "LOOK AT ME, I'm better."
You said you ain't a rival
You're above the whole discussion.
Funny
How the loudest mouth always needs an introduction.
You demand respect like
Somebody owes it to your name.
They
Throw a tantrum when nobody validates
The clan.
Come correct, [ __ ] I can't correct.
That's why you're getting pressed.
You wanted competition is a
Lesson in the difference.
You get
Confusing arrogance with something that
Commands, but acting like a tough guy
Doesn't make the words hit harder.
You
Said your opponents need to separate and make their own lame.
Meanwhile, you
Spend half the track explaining who
Should take the blame.
You don't sound untouchable.
You sound desperate to be noticed.
Every paragraph gets longer
While the actual point gets smaller
Said they couldn't unrespect.
Who
Appointed you the judge.
You ain't
Handing out credentials.
YOU'RE THROWING
VERBAL TANTRUMS UP in that decent little
Rapper line.
Keep polishing that ego
Cuz calling yourself decent ain't the flesh you think it is, bro.
Three names
One pen, then you still can't
New face, same game with the same [ __ inside
You call them placeholders.
Now look
What you made.
Three failed [ __
Versions of the name you display.
That's
Your favorite attack.
But every time you
Change your name, you're still running
The same track.
You wrote about three
Failures like you stood on higher ground.
Now the punch line staring back
At you when you hear this [ __ ] sound
You brag about 12 syllables like 12
Makes a classic.
Stack another
Multi-elabic phrase and call this [ __ fantastic.
But density ain't depth and compression ain't precision.
A crowded
__ ] sentence doesn't strengthen your position.
You said your punch lines are rented
Listen to your own.
The [ __ ] you're
Flexing with sounds borrow from a
Template tone.
You call somebody rough
Draft and celebrate.
I'm finished
Writing like throwing extra adjectives
Around somehow makes the [ __ ] exciting
You said you stack more than somehow 12
Inside a breath.
Cool story but my own
Isn't automatically impressive if every
Bar needs but not just to prove that it
Was clever.
Maybe cut the [ __ ] filler
Make one line actually sever.
You talk
About a paycheck versus having a pen
Like every verse you write some
Championship but vet it.
Then you spend
An entire song explaining why the gifted
If the talent needs that much advertising.
Something's [ __ missing.
You said the biggest breast is
Noise and the deepest thought is you
That's a cell phone so clean
I don't
Even have to [ __ ] move.
You made me
The subject while pretending
I'm beneath you.
Spent the whole damn track proving
I was worth the sequel.
You called your
Target a mistake and wrote a [ __ tHESIS.
12 PARAGRAPHS of hatred for somebody you claim is beneath you.
If
I'm really that irrelevant, WHY'D YOU
GIVE ME ALL THAT INK?
You didn't write
Me out your story.
You made me [ __
Central to it.
Three names, one pen and you still can't hide
New face, same game with the same [ __ inside
You are the placeholders.
Now look what
You made.
Three failed [ __ ] versions
Of the name you display.
Face
__ ] That's your favorite attack.
But every time you change your
Name, you're still running the same track.
You wrote about three failures
Like you stood on higher ground.
Now the punch line staring back at you when you
Hear this [ __ ] sound
Three placeholder [ __ ] That's three
Versions of your necrosis.
Couldn't
Carry [ __ ] so you buried it in past.
We
Forgot the same treatment when the gimmick couldn't last and got to crawl
Out talking like the third attempt was class.
Now you're preaching identity
With three names in your past.
That's
Some [ __ ] comedy coming from a copy
Of a cast.
You didn't build an empire
You kept changing up the label.
Three
Abandoned [ __ ] projects sitting
Underneath your table.
You call them
Cheap imitations, [ __ ] Check
Your resume.
You made the damn replacements.
Every time
I lost it, then
You picked the one that stuck and started acting like a king.
Like nobody
Remembers every fail attempted it.
You
Said they need a new brain.
New page complete.
Rewrite.
Take your own [ __
Medicine before you let your mind.
You
Said every bar is deleted.
Then explain
The [ __ ] you keep is after your toughest line.
Sound like filler dresses be you
Brag about your syllables like numbers
Make you lethal.
12 packed into a breath.
Don't automatically make a meaningful.
You cram another word and then another just a flex.
Meanwhile
Every over the punch completely wreck
You call yourself the decent one
Yeah, that's the funniest part
Cuz you're still descending wider
Underneath the different mark that we
Got gutter.
Drinking times to find your voice.
Then you call somebody copy paste
Like you had a [ __ ] choice.
You made
Your own group project.
Get yourself to lead the class.
Then fight both your
Teammates when they live the projects crash.
Now you're standing on the brick
Trying to lecture me your skill
__ ] You're the proof.
Pretend
Your name will change the wheel.
So keep
Saying place.
So to keep pretending
You're above and every name you ever
Dropping another nail inside yourself
Three names, one writer and the irony obscene.
You wrote a [ __ ] dis about
Yourself and caught it
Three names, one pen and you still can't hide
New face, same game with the same [ __ inside
You call the placeholders.
Now look what
You made.
Three failed [ __ ] versions
Of the name you display.
That's your
Favorite attack.
But every time you
Change a name, you're still running the same track.
Wrote about three failures
Like you stood on higher ground.
Now the punch line staring back at you when you
Hear this.
[ __ ] it down