What have these rappers been doing?

Guess White Man decided that’s music

Versace, Versace, and Gucci

But your skill boo boo more bootleg than bougie

Sleep is the cousin of death

Your dreams committed incest

Rewind that and check what I said

So slow but you quick to forget

Do, re, me these rappers can’t sing

Barely got bars but ITM spits beams

Talking like Lola whenever I speak like

JesusMarJosep, pack your sheeeet

Rolli on ya wrist but you don’t got time

Uzi say hello to my Lil Gloc-9

Never been chicken boy this a cock fight Uncle

Sam better pray his .45 cock right

Can't stomach rhyme schemes, colonoscopy (ow; *beat cut during adlib; *whisper)

Bars hella up commas are apostrophes

Blue Scholar met Bam, brown prodigy conquer

Wack rappers you my colony jewels

In ya teeth but fool's gold for thoughts but my

2 cents alone gentrified writer's block Lil

Whatever's aren't new rap just bad pop Future

You no Mad Villain just keep the Mask Off

Sige, sige ayusin mong sarili

Rapistang dakila ikaw pinakamaliit

Dios ko, ay nako, sino ito?

Tigas ang ulo niya ay parang bato so hard

Bars coming left and right, Lola worked day and night

What’s a 9 to 5 to 5 to 9? Now she dine with whites

So her English best not correct Protect

Ya neck ITM the name don’t forget

RIP to the beat I bury

Need more of my kind knock Knocksteady

Pilipino time but I been ready

Part-time grind so shine been steady

Spit fire call it body heat

Singkilla body beats but buddy

Ya got nobody beat

Unagii threw the alley I’ma make the ball “-oop”

Only 5’6” but I got tall roots

Rearrange DC when I drop CD

good kids in CP, hella m.a.a.d. cities

You so weak like Krillin back in DB

Kill a beat when a Trump gets PC

PM no see me, too dark for heat-seek

PD can’t shoot me, you stuck in G League

I’m in THE League, ball up, OG’s

Heebie, jeebies toes barely knee-deep

Young Kobe with a 8 on his back

Repeat three-peat like he got three hats

Don’t need beats when I speak "mmm” snap

You sucka MCs couldn’t outrap Shaq

Hella whack all you talk about is racks

Been more fake than alternative facts

The glitz, the gats, and the checks looking fat

Better run home, ITM up next to bat

Going off the dome or off the phone

Rappers better stop and leave me in the booth, home alone

Whoever owns the throne do not get comfortable

Go pray White Jesus colonize ya soul

Mama’s son brighter than high beams

Gona get a tan when ya blast, Itimothy

Industry never cast my type I see

So I’ll Chance it ’n rap ‘till I break IG this

Uzumaki fused with DBZ

Kamehame .WAV your MP3

Make katsu with Amaturátsu technique

Rap Datu ya’ll are shadow clone MC's

Vo-cab-u-lary so deep

Make even A-mericans nosebleed

Fa-mi-ly said go bleach? Oh please!

So peace fam let's all go beach!

Lolo got fists like a bolo so

Punchlines pierce Marco Polos whoa

Yours feel oh very so-so no

Couldn’t put a heart attack in a chokehold

Don’t bear arms but I bear two tongues

And your mumbling butt buddy barely got one

Wala akong katulad hindi mo alam?

Malaki ang ulo mo pero walang laman, ITM