Lyrics

[Verse - Grandma]
Knit one, pearl two, spitting facts by the handful,
Rock a chair throne, old school but I'm ample.
Wrinkles got wisdom, my flow rolls with rhythm,
Heard your heartbeat, lil' kid, it's a schism.

[Verse - Baby]
Umbilical mic, I drop lines from the darkness,
Kick with my verses, got a womb full of sharpness.
Burping your bars before I even got teeth,
Still a fetus and I'm grinding on beats.

[Chorus]
Grandma on the block, got the years, got the skill—
Baby bout to drop, hear the kicks, feel the thrill.
Generations clash in a battle for the crown,
Time turning tides, who’ll take who down?

[Verse - Grandma]
Baby bottle flow? I raised this whole nation,
From papoose to preschool graduation celebrations.
Your bars still developing, a seed yet to sprout,
I invented rhymes, you’re just learning to shout.

[Verse - Baby]
Shout from the gut, pure vibe-built essence,
Youngest in the game, my bars effervescent.
Grandma, you relic, you're ancient, you're done,
I'm the future spitting fire, gotta crawl 'fore I run.

[Bridge]
Rattle versus cane, wisdom versus flame,
The cycle keeps spinning, but the beat stays the same.
Whirligigs drop it, percussive in the fight,
Echoes of a duel in the daylight or the night.