[Verse 1]
After I heard the foundation I then saw you everywhere
Call it that Baader-Meinhof
But one thing stayed yeah that one thing didn’t change
You’re still just a face in my crowd
You said you’re prepared for your future
And kudos to you, that’s the best way to be
But you’re missing one thing that’s important
Cuz I am the future and you aren’t prepared for me
I’m a true hitter come out in a pinch
I’m making the slams and you watch from the bench
First second third then I’m finally home
Verse reference words like I’m writing a poem
Dante I’m Milton I’m Wordsworth I’m Frost
Andante I’m building these words for no cost
Shakespeare and I’m Poe I’m Keats and I’m Blake
You wait here till you know this feat is not fake
I make you turn your head, like a sternocleidomastoid
I’m saying why I’m best like I’m the owner of an Android
And all the hating kids, I’m on my way to pass them
But I’ve been past them, I’m in the fast lane
You had to get your beats from a bunch of producers
But I made myself this beat, and it’s clean, no pollution
I listen to your music and the lyrics get me heated
So I’m coming for you kid, I’m Michael Jackson, you should beat it!
At the beginning of Never Been Better you mentioned the waves of your music
And that was so nice for an instant that I believed you were not only abusive
How people were changed and the people related to how you were feeling so human
But then all you rapped was success of your tracks and that double-edged sword was confusing
I had to say something, I’m feeling convicted
You're out of this world but so fully stuck in it
Your rap is so shallow like you got one interest
You’re just wading in, watch me dive in, committed
The only worse Jake is Jake Paul
And I cannot wait for your fall
All of your rapping was safe? Nah
Better hold on it’s too late
You rap about miles and that is alright
But it's gone on too long and it's all getting trite
Take one more last lap, better stick to the right
You been running the game but this meet ends tonight
Your raps make me mad so I'm going berserk now
I hear but don’t sweat it, I’m better, I smirk now
You trying to flex but I don’t think you work out
You rap bout your ex sorry that it didn’t work out
You’re brave, it takes a man to share his heartbreak with the world
But you’re no man because of how you went and dissed that girl
You called her names like there’s no way that she deserved all that
No I don’t know her but I heard the story in your rap
Now you got a girl who comments on all of your pictures
Who cares about your ex, I’ll bet that you don’t even miss her
And now you see your life with her and fame ahead of you
You’re blind with love, Jake, you need a different view
Turn to the God to whom all this is due
Grow closer to Him, He’s not one to eschew
If it’s not of Him then you should not pursue
Need guidance on this? Wait for track number 2
Why would you rap about drugs, that’s crazy
Why would you shout out that girls want your baby
You’re just a teen, like we heard that the first time
So what’s up with all this bad stuff in your rhymes?
Maybe you can make it big, and those will be the points you make
But even Shady knew he wasn’t getting in the hall of fame
And thanks for spelling your name
Did you think that we couldn’t get Jab phonetically
Or Jake, man, were you actually worried
Like did you do that line frenetically?
Jab is spelled with just three letters, that line makes you sound conceited
Tell me how dumb are your viewers if you think stuff like that's needed?
And speaking of dumb, that one line in your last song
You said it went over my head? Well you guessed wrong
There’s not much that you say that I couldn’t get
But getting the reason? No, I go against
Making more money ain’t all that it seems to be
Gotta stop living materialistically
Probably could make it if you think realistically
But you’re too focused on living like it’s a dream
[Verse 2]
You said you’re death to me and I can see that you are bleeding black
You flow too much, you’re bleeding out, get me a hemostat
You run this town? You gun me down? You joke, you make me laugh
It’s just a front, falls short like bunt, I think you need some facts
I’m the best rapper that you’ll ever meet
I’m the best rapper that you’ll never beat
I rule this city, get outta my streets
You can’t put me under, I’m already deep!
How can you rap about killing the others
How can you say that you’re so far ahead of?
If you’re blowing up and we’re playing by your rules
Then I won’t be cheating but Jake, I still won’t lose
You got the city on your back?
I got the world, call me Atlas
They sleeping on you but you lie
So that makes you a mattress
And you quit baseball to make hits?
Go back to practice
Your songs are hard like pavement, and I flop?
But still I’m scabless
You’re a trendsetter?
Being from Chippewa your one special factor
If that is your trend then I am right behind you
Soon I’ll be ahead and saying, nevermind!
Cool on the beat like I’m ice on the bruise
I’m cruising for you, I’ve got something to prove
Write better lyrics than you’ve ever dreamed
But the message so different you not on my team
I keep it 100 you’ve got the low sixties
Your lyrics so simple, my rhymes are so tricky
You wait till the end cuz all the captains pick me
You reach for the top because that is where I be
Climb to the top like it’s king of the hill
You’re king of the city? I’m king of the world
You’re king of the city? Get back in the limits
My empire reaches, I’m bigger than British
You’re losing your flow like you’re hypovolemic
I’m throwing up rhymes because I’m so bulimic
Rap is no test? Jake I don’t even study
Scream in protest? Hey wow me too that’s funny
No need to flex cuz your numbers can talk?
That's strange, when you rap I hear numbers a lot
Verses sound like you are reading off stocks
Numbers, statistics, and buying the block
Cashing the checks on the plays that you get?
Don’t try to brag Jake, you’re not making cents
How do you feel now that you’ve got actual competition?
Been wasting your breath roasting rappers you said weren’t existing
Competition? You’ve seen it now
Jaws dropping? They lower now
You’re moving up? Get lowered down
You won’t stop? Start slowing down
You said that you would line the local rappers up and start killing
But when you took attendance, must have skipped right over Billen
This your own grave, this feeling so fulfilling
Here’s a shovel Jake: you can start digging
[Outro]
Shoutout to Mrs. Bowe for saying that high-schoolers can’t rhyme
After I heard the foundation I then saw you everywhere
Call it that Baader-Meinhof
But one thing stayed yeah that one thing didn’t change
You’re still just a face in my crowd
You said you’re prepared for your future
And kudos to you, that’s the best way to be
But you’re missing one thing that’s important
Cuz I am the future and you aren’t prepared for me
I’m a true hitter come out in a pinch
I’m making the slams and you watch from the bench
First second third then I’m finally home
Verse reference words like I’m writing a poem
Dante I’m Milton I’m Wordsworth I’m Frost
Andante I’m building these words for no cost
Shakespeare and I’m Poe I’m Keats and I’m Blake
You wait here till you know this feat is not fake
I make you turn your head, like a sternocleidomastoid
I’m saying why I’m best like I’m the owner of an Android
And all the hating kids, I’m on my way to pass them
But I’ve been past them, I’m in the fast lane
You had to get your beats from a bunch of producers
But I made myself this beat, and it’s clean, no pollution
I listen to your music and the lyrics get me heated
So I’m coming for you kid, I’m Michael Jackson, you should beat it!
At the beginning of Never Been Better you mentioned the waves of your music
And that was so nice for an instant that I believed you were not only abusive
How people were changed and the people related to how you were feeling so human
But then all you rapped was success of your tracks and that double-edged sword was confusing
I had to say something, I’m feeling convicted
You're out of this world but so fully stuck in it
Your rap is so shallow like you got one interest
You’re just wading in, watch me dive in, committed
The only worse Jake is Jake Paul
And I cannot wait for your fall
All of your rapping was safe? Nah
Better hold on it’s too late
You rap about miles and that is alright
But it's gone on too long and it's all getting trite
Take one more last lap, better stick to the right
You been running the game but this meet ends tonight
Your raps make me mad so I'm going berserk now
I hear but don’t sweat it, I’m better, I smirk now
You trying to flex but I don’t think you work out
You rap bout your ex sorry that it didn’t work out
You’re brave, it takes a man to share his heartbreak with the world
But you’re no man because of how you went and dissed that girl
You called her names like there’s no way that she deserved all that
No I don’t know her but I heard the story in your rap
Now you got a girl who comments on all of your pictures
Who cares about your ex, I’ll bet that you don’t even miss her
And now you see your life with her and fame ahead of you
You’re blind with love, Jake, you need a different view
Turn to the God to whom all this is due
Grow closer to Him, He’s not one to eschew
If it’s not of Him then you should not pursue
Need guidance on this? Wait for track number 2
Why would you rap about drugs, that’s crazy
Why would you shout out that girls want your baby
You’re just a teen, like we heard that the first time
So what’s up with all this bad stuff in your rhymes?
Maybe you can make it big, and those will be the points you make
But even Shady knew he wasn’t getting in the hall of fame
And thanks for spelling your name
Did you think that we couldn’t get Jab phonetically
Or Jake, man, were you actually worried
Like did you do that line frenetically?
Jab is spelled with just three letters, that line makes you sound conceited
Tell me how dumb are your viewers if you think stuff like that's needed?
And speaking of dumb, that one line in your last song
You said it went over my head? Well you guessed wrong
There’s not much that you say that I couldn’t get
But getting the reason? No, I go against
Making more money ain’t all that it seems to be
Gotta stop living materialistically
Probably could make it if you think realistically
But you’re too focused on living like it’s a dream
[Verse 2]
You said you’re death to me and I can see that you are bleeding black
You flow too much, you’re bleeding out, get me a hemostat
You run this town? You gun me down? You joke, you make me laugh
It’s just a front, falls short like bunt, I think you need some facts
I’m the best rapper that you’ll ever meet
I’m the best rapper that you’ll never beat
I rule this city, get outta my streets
You can’t put me under, I’m already deep!
How can you rap about killing the others
How can you say that you’re so far ahead of?
If you’re blowing up and we’re playing by your rules
Then I won’t be cheating but Jake, I still won’t lose
You got the city on your back?
I got the world, call me Atlas
They sleeping on you but you lie
So that makes you a mattress
And you quit baseball to make hits?
Go back to practice
Your songs are hard like pavement, and I flop?
But still I’m scabless
You’re a trendsetter?
Being from Chippewa your one special factor
If that is your trend then I am right behind you
Soon I’ll be ahead and saying, nevermind!
Cool on the beat like I’m ice on the bruise
I’m cruising for you, I’ve got something to prove
Write better lyrics than you’ve ever dreamed
But the message so different you not on my team
I keep it 100 you’ve got the low sixties
Your lyrics so simple, my rhymes are so tricky
You wait till the end cuz all the captains pick me
You reach for the top because that is where I be
Climb to the top like it’s king of the hill
You’re king of the city? I’m king of the world
You’re king of the city? Get back in the limits
My empire reaches, I’m bigger than British
You’re losing your flow like you’re hypovolemic
I’m throwing up rhymes because I’m so bulimic
Rap is no test? Jake I don’t even study
Scream in protest? Hey wow me too that’s funny
No need to flex cuz your numbers can talk?
That's strange, when you rap I hear numbers a lot
Verses sound like you are reading off stocks
Numbers, statistics, and buying the block
Cashing the checks on the plays that you get?
Don’t try to brag Jake, you’re not making cents
How do you feel now that you’ve got actual competition?
Been wasting your breath roasting rappers you said weren’t existing
Competition? You’ve seen it now
Jaws dropping? They lower now
You’re moving up? Get lowered down
You won’t stop? Start slowing down
You said that you would line the local rappers up and start killing
But when you took attendance, must have skipped right over Billen
This your own grave, this feeling so fulfilling
Here’s a shovel Jake: you can start digging
[Outro]
Shoutout to Mrs. Bowe for saying that high-schoolers can’t rhyme
( TCB )
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