Lyrics

Yeah, it's time to expose,
All the fakes in the game, you know how it goes.
Rap's just an art, but y'all lost the paint,
Let me break it down, yeah, let me show you straight.


Y'all call it rap, but I'm callin' it cap,
Half you "legends" got ghosts writin' your raps.
Drizzy got the streams, but where's the pen skill?
It's hard to be the GOAT when Quentin is your quill.

Ye's on the mic, but he's lost in his head,
Y’all follow his tweets, not the bars that he said.
J Hova built an empire, respect what he built,
But 4:44 sound more like a TED Talk spilt.


Who want the smoke? It’s a one-man show,
Bar for bar, watch your idols plateau.
Grammys and plaques don’t mean you’re the best,
When the mic’s in my hand, it's a lyrical test.

Em's still sharp, but he's stuck in his zone,
Recycling flows like he's bad to the bone.
Wayne's punchlines used to hit like a truck,
Now it’s auto-tune croons—like I give a fuck.


50’s retired, but he still wanna beef,
Droppin’ IG disses like a middle school thief.
Game talkin’ big, but his name’s gettin' dim,
How you beg for attention and still say that you win?


This ain't for clout, it's about the art,
Call it tough love, I’m just playin’ my part.
Step up your pen or step off the stage,
This is rap's next chapter; I am turnin' the page.

Future’s in the trap, but the story’s the same,
A thousand songs deep, can’t remember one name.
Thugger got hits, but the lyrics don’t flex,
All style, no substance, what’s comin' up next?

Travis got the beats, yeah, the sound is insane,
But where’s the heart? It’s just vibes in a chain.
Meek had a moment, but he fumbled the bag,
Went from championships to chasin’ a tag.


Tyga’s got hits, but he’s stuck in the past,
Like it’s still 2010 with his foot on the gas.
Big Sean’s bars used to cut like a blade,
Now it’s watered-down flows, barely makin' the grade.

Posty's pop, and he’s wearin' that crown,
But call it hip-hop? Nah, sit that down.
DJ Khaled screamin', “We the Best!” on the tracks,
But you’re just the middleman stackin’ the racks.

Bring out the vets, bring out the new,
Anyone claimin' they’re top-tier crew.
I’m takin’ names, and I’m takin' your pride,
This mic is my sword, watch the giants collide.




This is the purge, the lyrical cleanse,
Sharpenin' swords, breakin' the fake trends.
No one is exempt, not the rookies or vets,
The game needed change, now it’s time to reset.

You want the smoke? Then step up in my lane,
This is for the art, not a fortune or fame.
From the top to the bottom, I’ll be takin' my aim,
Dismantlin' thrones, just to change the game

Step in the ring, all y’all lookin' shook,
Rhyme assassinations, that ain’t from a book.
Crown up for grabs, I'll show you who’s king,
Line 'em up, one by one, let the dinner bell ring