Correction Lyrics Mumble Rapper vs. Lyricist by Vin Jay

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Know that I'm runnin' the game, yeah (Game)
Purple is all in my veins, yeah (Veins)
Coppin' a couple of chains, woah (Chains)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain (Woo)

Yo, how come everybody in the game
Wanna rap like you with the played out flow? (Flow)
I've been in the back, killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack, how the f**k y'all blow? (Blow)

Well, this sh*t is all that I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout b*t*hes and clothes, yeah (Oh)
Gettin' unlimited hoes, woah (Ayy)
All of my diamonds are froze

Nah, you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow (Blow)
But you wack a little bit, don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows (Flows)

Like nah, homie, I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag (Ayy)
And I be poppin' them tags
Like nah, everybody rap like that (That)
Everybody wanna make a track like that (That)
Everybody else in the game sound the goddamn same
And you won't kill a rap like that (Brr-aat!)
Like where the wordplay and the metaphors at? (Woo)
What y'all make, I could never call 'rap'
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' motherf**kers'd better fall back

Nah, homie, it's not gonna change
Clearly we runnin' the game (Woo)
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that sh*t that be numbin' your brain, it's f**kin' insane
And they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of f**kin' discussion (Woo)

Yeah, maybe right now, but it's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap (Rap)
When they hear real sh*t, no copyin' that
Then they all gon' see y'all rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the gra**
Gon' hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash (Gang)
I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in it's tracks (It's tracks)
But we ain't even kill it
It's evolved (It's evolved)
F**k the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball (Woo, ball)

It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
F**k mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real sh*t and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution (Brr-aat!)
Y'all think you dope, but that's just delusion
Say you will, but y'all don't ever prove it (Yeah)
I'm the leader of the f**kin' revolution
Go get prepared for y'all execution (Yeah)
Everybody wanna talk about the money and the women
That they be gettin', but wanna kill it when they rap (Rap)
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game
But you rappin' the same and I put 'em on their back (Back)
Everybody wanna be the best out
Wanna find the best route? Follow me, I put 'em on the map (Map)
If you really want to be the best in the game
Stop rappin' like everyone else on the track

Homie, that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt, yeah, yeah
Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought
Only the sh*t that I bought (Yeah)
F**k that, you gotta stay different
Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight trippin' (Uh)
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a f**kin' artist, who's done with all this
Straight wack sh*t, so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' f**kin' lawless (Woo)
Better tuck your chain and f**kin' run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah, they got green, but I'm a f**kin' goblin (Goblin)
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
Got flame, and the vibes are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dawg, whatever they hand out (Yeah)
Like ho, go tell a b*t*h, I flow so venomous
I boom-boom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow, bring 'em where the po-po never been (Woo)
Mumble rappers, shut your f**kin' mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound (Yeah)
Tellin' me to f**kin' dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
Like brr-aat!

F**k it
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that (What?)
I miss the days
When emcees would kill it and blaze a track (For real)
When flows were different
And everybody would state some facts (Facts)
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best
Just tryna save rap (Uh)

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