Netcees - Get Up...

Aye,

Bitches say my shit don't flow
So Ima give it to you like Sisqo yo
Basic as fuck,
"Exis structure your rhymes better
Change that ish up if your hopin' to climb brethren"
That's the advice I get,
From nubian niggas that just signed up
& haven't even posted a line yet, y'all fully bench ride arse
I bench press class, evil eye students that bully a freshman's start
@ Quarterback when he tests that arm, from afar,
The distance is nothin' yet everythin' when his receiver catch that pass
Your bitch is no recipient of gettin' dick on the regular so I smashed her ass
Grabbed her purse, cashed all cards, handed it back to her like it's pass the parcel
Do the math you cartoon character lookin' nigga, every ass an arse hole
Any bitch that wanna trip on me will really catch that asphalt
Oh that didn't rhyme my bad,
Where Twodrop @...
Minus his two cents in this, come & climb on fag
Who else can I fuckin' diss before they slightly rag
Actin' all high & mighty, like a sudden decline ain't likely
You continually tell me how you've elevated enormously yet I seen you slide on by me,
Really downwards spiralled,
With no vital life signs left,
In the past like a spiral graph...
There's no spike in the line on the monitor when your time's elapsed,
& shit's final as,
I had midas touched before half you swang from branch to branch & grabbed Mr. Faggot's ass
Prior to when Netcee's first collapsed, when cats were actually nice...
Nigga's used to fully put their back in2 it
like rap had some spine,
It's no wonder why
I wanna go backwards in time,
When there's so many wacks in music...rappin' spastic bullshit,
& that's the future we have for our youth?
Take a beautiful craft like hip hip lyricism & watch it crash thru misuse
I hope every missile launched from who's underground fuckin' smashes thru the roof of your mouth,
As we fight over who owns this crown for a minute via the route of a routine canal,
The movement is now, fuck your hash tag me too bullshit let's just remove who's a clown.