Lyrics

Yeah
It’s time to melt the myth.
You been sweet too long Marshall
You the voice of pain? Nah, just pain in the booth,
Screamin’ like a demon just to bury the truth.
Still stuck in 2000, like time don’t tick,
Same rhyme schemes, same trauma shtick.
You a wordsmith? But where’s the soul?
A Rap acrobat with a circus role.
You jab at the culture, but you can’t adapt,
A washed-up icon in a dad hat cap.
And yo
How you out here talkin’ all that shit
When you named after a candy coated milk choco-lit?
E-M-I-N-E-M, sweet on the tongue,
But melt in the heat when real spits flung

Candy coated, soft in the middle,
Rappin’ in riddles, playin’ second fiddle.
You throw darts, but the bullseye’s missin’,
Rap God? Nah you're just a mortal with a mission.
This ain't 8 Mile, it’s the reckoning track,
Time to peel back the wrapper and expose all the cap.

You battle ghosts, but avoid real wars,
You diss pop stars, but scared of closed doors.
The new gen laughin’, call you “Old Man Em,”
While I’m burnin’ down temples go and condemn.
Colson tagged you, you took a year to reply,
Then you dropped a diss that made the whole game sigh.
You fast rap well but that’s a parlor trick,
Speed means nothin’ when your heart ain’t in it.
So quit actin’ hard with your candy name,
You got bars, but they sugarcoat the shame.
A pioneer? Yea but you're fossilized,
A Halloween snack that got idolized.

Candy coated, soft in the middle,
Rappin’ in riddles, playin’ second fiddle.
You throw darts, but the bullseye’s missin’,
Rap God? Nah you're just a mortal with a mission.
This ain't 8 Mile, it’s the reckoning track,
Time to peel back the wrapper and expose all the cap.

You built a legacy, no doubt, that’s a fact,
But now you screamin’ at clouds on every track.
Slim was shady and Em was cold,
Now it's just bitterness and stories retold.

You said you’d never fall now look where you land,
In a hall of mirrors with a mic in hand.
Obsolete, elite with a past so loud,
But your future’s just silence in a stadium crowd.
I ain't dissin' your prime that flame was real,
But legends lose grip when they can’t feel.
You a candy name with a history thick,
But the sugar’s gone stale and the bars? Real slick
But still how you out here talkin’ all that shit
When you named after a candy coated milk choco-lit?
Sweet to the ear, but the bite ain’t bold,
Now step from the mic, let the new gods hold.

Candy coated, soft in the middle,
Rappin’ in riddles, playin’ second fiddle.
You throw darts, but the bullseye’s missin’,
Rap God? Nah you're just a mortal with a mission.
This ain't 8 Mile, it’s the reckoning track,
Time to peel back the wrapper and expose the cap