[Intro: Ether Q] (Spoken)
I got a fucking sinus infection, so my apologies
Sorry if it sounds a little off

[Ether Q]
I learned the game from the OG’s spitting raps
The type that finna scrap, and put a diss to wax
Talked it and they living that, never artificial cats
If you couldn’t rap bet your ass got evicted fast
Tweeting for the birds listen fast this a wrap
Fuck a Twitter bash I’m about writing ripping tracks
I drop bars ain’t no 140 characters to limit that
Don’t give me dap if you ain’t put 100 in ya craft
I keep it one double-oh when I scribble pads
Keep it one double-oh competition getting lapped
Take that 100% and add 40 on the beat that’s 140 but way deadlier than Twitter maannn
I turn my chicken scratch into art like lithographs
All these hashtag warriors I’ll pound em with my raps
Take they girl and pound her with it wrapped
When my finger shift tre’s I ain’t typing hashtags on Twitter damn

I ain’t dissing no Meek and I ain’t dissing no Drake
I’m just saying the game a little different today
Yeah I’m young but I came up (I came up)
In the time when a rapper say ya name and you ain’t run (you ain't run)

Your mouth you hit the studio and ventilate
And never break and go back and forth lyrically detonate
Sever fakes let em break set the pace bet they chase
Never let em catch up til the fans end the race
By declaring you the winner levitate to your place
At the top applause resonates throughout the place
Keep it on the beat don’t pull the heat we lost legendary greats, heavyweights
Rest in peace, now back to wrecking bass

I’m from the city where Mike went back to back to back
Took 3 years off and then went back to back to back
If skills sold truth told I’d have racks on racks on racks
I’m doing good and bet my raps have never lacked attack

All these fans get too worried bout a net worth
Count your own money get your checks first
All these fans get too worried bout the color plaque
Typing insults online from they mother’s pad

Starting beef over a lack of retweets
Now you have to retreat clamor and plead
Land on your knees asking for peace passive and sweet
Chances is bleak rapping is beast dastardly feat
You gon get handed defeat
You temp and whack like henna tats you’ll never last
Ok fine you're real tattoos, forever last
Beef with E you better ante up lame
Have you pay to keep ya life going like that Candy Crush game

Talk about record sales, money made, bitches fucked
All I hear is talking can't you deliver cuts
Respect as a lyricist is reigning supreme
Ether Q gotta prove since I was named after beef

Murphy Lee got a Grammy and Nas got zilch
So tell me how awards and sales be reflecting them skills
Alright yal got it point made EQ is not to be crossed
Unless you wanna add to your collection a punishing loss

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