OVERKILL, PT. I
[Solace Zeta's Verse]:
Rap take time consider-it/
The landscape is polluted by stupid illiterate/
Artists who litter-it/
Deeply with completely inconsiderate/
Behavior, thinking garbage gives it flavor, But the ba*tards-be illegitimate/
And dastardly like a crime, time to get rid-of-it/
Since most boast of their inadequate/
Attempts at artful-expression/
But all-it-be crap ‘cause rap's quality Is in a chartable-recession/
Foolishly they decide in their audacity/
They've mastered-this, though it's outside of their capacity/
Effectively becoming disastrous like a catastrophe/
Fix-your-sights to picture-right like a shutter the utter travesty/
Upsetting how we're now accepting styles that defile rap's sanctity/
Letting upstarts & their counterparts soil-it-majorly/
Their cla**-types, fitting the description of a**-wipes like how toilet-paper-be/
I betcha, the most versatile-emulator isn't sh** like a concubine/
Next-ta, a legitimate style-innovator, giving it our 100% genuine/
Matter of fact, that's why my crystalline-raps shine every time/
And you shatter like porcelain-cracks with every rhyme/
All the more sore I'm a winner on a pedestal/
While you're a beginner, barely acceptable/
I fix-ya when my sh** hits-ya like a good-rush/
You pretenders should-just/
Surrender, for I bleed-ya, ya need-ta remember/
That I have arisen & drawn the line/
It's a given rap'll be re-defined/
Since I'll crush you into mush like an ogre-will/
‘Cause I've had enough, it's overk**…
[787's Verse]:
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