Summit

[Verse 1: Zin]
I got my back against the building
I’m a villain, beating people with a skillet
Until I stop it, till they put me in prison
And I can’t even finish this sentence cuz I’m l-
You make big profit
For being a false prophet
Cuz you’re just a fraud dude, please stop it
I don’t need no XXL cypher I’m already a senior
I’ve just been on hiatus, the walls have ears dude
They hear you talking
Top talking about Zin, saying my verse is a sin
Because you can’t rap better than me
And I can’t even rap that good
You ain’t even from the nеighborhood
So stop acting like you’re all ghetto
You’rе just a pebble

[Verse 2: Akuma]
I should’ve known better, not to have these fake friends
Not to have these fake friends to the very end
Till Yellowstone erupts and then everybody dies
And then the hot ash just gets (into the sky) and everybody cries
I should’ve known, this fake ass friend, wanna get in my zone
He pushed me down, copped me around, talking all that shit like a clown
Now he want me back? Now I’m backing him down
Kicking him down, quiet down, put him in the streets of the town
Getting ran over, You ain’t a killer, you ain’t Scannova (Scannova)
Scanned to the over, make that bend over, make it (that ass(?)) quake (?)
Make it quake so you fall off the streets
Then you fall into the Earth’s core, beach!
Then you die, burn up and fry

[Verse 3: LuckyTaaru]
Listen, I’m done with this crap, you thought I was gonna laugh
You thought I was gonna clap, well that shit was trash
Your bars are wack, you can’t even rap
That’s why you’re crap, and your shit was so ass
Literally from a toilet, cuz all you do is talk shit
And run your mouth
That’s all you run your mouth, you don’t run the street
You don’t run the neighborhood at all, you’re weak
Boutta throw your CD in the street, I don’t even know why you still making CDs
It’s not 2003, you ain’t a city legend, you a shitty legend
In fact, you’re not even a legend
You’re a clown, now get down, you ain’t even running this town
Get out or I kick you out
Actually I take that clown line back, clowns make money, you don’t, you’re homeless, you’re broke
Ain’t even got something to eat
That’s why you ain’t running the streets
A homeless man is richer than you
Though nobody is bitcher than you