[Verse 1]
You claim you're the king, but you're wearing a crown made of tin,
I'm the storm rolling in, you're just a little wind.
Your career's on life support, flatlining every trend,
While I ascend to the throne, watch your legacy end.
[Chorus]
This ain't just rap, this is war in the booth,
Every bar I drop hits harder than truth.
You're yesterday's news, I'm the future they fear,
Step aside rookie, the real champ is here.
[Verse 2]
Your flows are recycled, your rhymes are played out,
I'm innovating game while you're begging for clout.
You spit garbage fire, I spit napalm flame,
Your career's a joke, I'm the one they acclaim.
[Bridge]
They say imitation is flattery, but you're just a cheap knockoff,
I'm the original masterpiece, you're just a sloppy photocopy.
Time to face the facts, accept your defeat,
Bow down to the throne, admit you're obsolete.