Mentor

[Verse 1: Jabez Z]
I was just on a song with a magician
He fooled me into thinking that he can't spit it
But then he told me he was into fitness
I could tell with all the bars he lifted

Not even I was that bar heavy
I can't afford to be built that tough
So I thought I had to take his energy
Yawl confused the wires that I'm connecting aren't good enough

Don't think I can't rap
Just because I did that
I was helping a homie who wanted to spit
But didn't know how to get started with it

So I hopped on his track
Hear the tape like scotch
And I wrote that yawl got shot in the fucking parking lot like
*gun noise*

Thеre yawl go
Fucking dying breeds
Didn't we just talk about yawl
Take your teeth out likе dentistry
Replace that shit with a crown and see

All that bark but no bite
Stop barking and go fight
I might even call up Mike
And use Vicks to help you sleep at night

I can't carry all this weight
'Cause I have no room
But with patience
I might just take a shot
At you

If I bust tops
At the bus stop
I still don't win
But If I stop busses
From busting in
They'll say I'm not strong enough
To spit

I'm indirectly
Filming death scenes
While killing sentry's
In the 20th entry
Of the year I'm entering
2 fucking decades and the message still sending

Yawl sold short like fucking coupons
Take yawl ugly grudges and move on
Not bologna but when I saw the subs
And noticed not all of them loved my songs

I screamed!
And then I asked

Why the fuck yawl saying shit?
When yawl not even stepping up?

You mean a lot to someone else
But direct hits, aren't always felt
I write stories, you see on a bookshelf
You write comments that only soothe yourself

Cuz I'm teaching yawl, that it's not alright
To fuck with some kid just starting with rhymes
Fucking with me is perfectly fine
But saying Magician G can't rhyme
Hahahahaha yawl clowns nice try

He next on the track
He about to snap
But before he does
I got a rap to attack
Let me grab my backpack
Slap a whack fag and back track
I'll track back that fag is whack, I might just slap
Grab my fucking backpack
Fuck Dora Explora
I don't need a map to find my way
I just continue to write on the pen and page 'till I'm
Always Strong
Hahahahahahaha

[Verse 2: Magician G]
Hahahahahahahaha
"Alpha male and lioness"
I'm not buying this
You'd think these two are scientists when they applyin' this
Come from nothing hypothesis to my Apprentice
Talkin' smack through snap
So Ima snap back
Just with no cap
Poppin' on a track
There's a fine line between you and I
I'm at the front, you at the back, it's my time
I'ma leave you sidelined like a toe tap televise on primetime
It's my time
See ya later haters call me DJ Moore
They ain't get the message yet?
Get a new receiving core

Lemme pause and tell you all a little story
I woke up one morning and saw Jabez sent a message before me
Told me some two boring motherfuckers named Bailey and Corey
Proclaimed our ratings would gain zero glory
I swear I misread it
I thought I skimmed through the text
But how you gonna discredit something you ain't even listen to yet?

Attackin' this rap, but yawl don't think I fit in
Bitch I am the package like the boxes you were shippin' me
You think giving me negativity gonna kill this incredible delivery
I'm never gonna be affected by what you said a bit
You wouldn't sell a bit even if you were married to Amazonian development
Oh, I'm not relevant?
Then why do you watch me closely like a video every day?
Render these bars at an insane rate and we know you gonna replay
And we know what they say
Take a picture it'll last longer, here, here's a frame