Yo, Sammy got a tank, but it's lookin' dead, uh
Clear shrimp, fish flipped — yo, that ain't cred, uh
In CS:GO, his aim's like his tank, neglected
Can't snag the Gold, his gaming skills rejected
Newt dropped a track, but it's sounding wack, player
Digging his own grave, laying bars less than major
Disaster in the making, a song should flow like water
Better bury that beat, before he slaughters his own order
Billiam, you clueless, kickin' the hive, now buzzin'
Monster you awoken, storm comin', no discussion
Ayo, Billiam's swingin', but he missin' all the pitches
His rhymes are softer than some old dollar store stitches
If battin' was his game, he'd be stuck in little league
Can't knock it out the park if his bat can't even swing
Noah talking big, claiming he's the king of clicks
But the replays he boasts are full of sloppy tricks
I'm the rhythm master, got that beat on lockdown
Gaming so precise, Noah's crown's 'bout to drop down
[Chorus]
East Coast flow, rhymes tighter than your conscience
Coming for the throne, best believe I'm on this
Julian's the name, the king of meme talk,
Slaying with punchlines every time I balk,
All hail the chief, when I spit, it's fire,
A lyrical genius, the bar I raise higher,
Step on the throne, my disses cut deep,
Sharper than swords, got the game on leap,
You can't compare, my jokes fly high,
I own the space where memes and wit collide,
Shoutout to my man Jay, always dropping flames,
Backing me up, in this shadow game,
Peace to my boy Jay, liftin' me in the mayhem
But Sam, Newt, Billiam, and Noah, sorry to say, man
It's a lyrical takedown, ya'll can't escape the shutdown
I'm so high above you, might as well just lay down
In this game, it's checkmate, I slay on every play, thanks
To the beats I devastate, while you're still on the gateway
Billiam, weak gambits, Noah, broken mechanics,
Sam and Newt ain't got half the skills they'd need to match this
[Outro]
So I drop the mic, with the crowd hyped, lit up like dynamite
Jay's on my side, we ride, the undisputed champs of the night