My mixtape's just been cock-blocked and thrown to the wall
I'll fix the scrape that I'm in, to show you drones that I ball
I ain't gonna king you, cuz you've got enimees yet
Let the multi-syllables drop, I've passed every test
This ain't my curtain call, so wipe the trims of my coat
I am quite certain y'all can't sight the end of my quote
Because my words echo onward, my speech has been foreign-heard
But you all hustling backward, feedback is what you don't deserve
Call me the eminematherstan, that shit's probably an anagram for Stan
What the fuck does it matter, man? I'm a vigilante with a Batarang in hand
Doesn't Em know that fossil fuel is about to evaporate
When I come out rapping, and your choice is flout or salivate
I came alone, and I've still been checked in reality
You wanna go and diss me? Then expect a fatality
I'll give you love and war, mashed together with glue
That's a paradox, oh yeah, that's like your lyrics too
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