The Tournament

[Verse 1: Glexander]
I ought to take a break, like Hopsin
Instead, I'm putting my foot on the gas
You can all attempt to box me in
But my skills you cannot ever surpass, huh
I don't really care about you (No!)
I out rap these bozos, it's true (Oh!)
They ask for a feat', I'm like "Who?" (Grow!)
"Still friends after what we've been through?" (No!)
All these rappers blasting their tracks so loud
But despite all their efforts- (Nobody can hear you)
Keep tellin' each other that your tracks are great
Meanwhile, I'm going to have- (Yet another breakthrough!)
So much in the works, and I keep gettin’ better
All you do is lurk, and buy more Kanye sweaters
You drop complete trash, but get surprised when there's hate?
Ask me for a verse, you'll be licking scraps off my plate
Glex!

[Verse 2: Truse]
Ayy
Yeah
Truse is back for another track, bitch
Yeah
Truse and Glex and, no, you don’t wanna miss this (Yeah)
We’re up next, while y’all crying like infants (Ooh)
I get checks, direct deposit instant (Huh?)
I don’t flex, but fully ignorant, bitch (Okay)
Ha
You thought I was going to stop there?
Nah
Fuck the wannabes, I’m better than them (Yeah)
I got yes-men, 'cause I’m heaven sent (Ooh)
Call me carnivorous, I don’t fuck with plants (Huh?)
I’m next in line, you can call me Pence, yeah (Okay)

[Verse 3: Oreox4]
Everyone says I’m the man when they up
'Cause they all want a piece of my bands (Please)
Who even is your own mans? (Please)
Do I got all of the plans? (Yee)
In a year, you’ll just forget it
But I’ll be spending my debit
I'ma blow up, don’t forget it
I’m way too heat to not get it (Yeah!)
Rocked with me way before I released "Thunder"
Gotta give credit to Wonder (Huh?)
Featured on the last two albums
Just take a look at the outcome
I just came up from the Florida
Throw that cash up, let it snow, though
How’d he come up? No one knows this
I got the ice, like a snow cone

[Verse 4: Shaun VI]
You thinking I'm trash, so, I might as well get thrown away
Every single bar you make might as well get thrown away
I'm here to stay, you leave like fall
If you step to me, then that is your fault
'Cause you're on my property, I'm 'bout to land (Land)
I'm spitting these bars like a data plan
I spit it hot, you going to need sunglasses
Need a pacifier, y'all going on a tangent
Burn all these rappers like they just went tanning
You are not lucky, guess you just went gambling
You know how to rap? Nah, you've been rambling
Rap so much fire, good scent, light some candles in
You're a fake and you stick, like some Elmer's glue (Stick, oh)
You say I'm old, but I'm new to you (Oh)
'Cause you haven't heard good music (No)
Since you had just lost your sense, then you went mumbling

[Verse 5: kenE]
Hopped on a verse, and I killed it
People talk about my life like they live it
On my case, everyone's a critic
But they leave, and then they try to mimic (Ayy)
Call me a Tesla, 'cause I'ma stay driven
These other rappers, they still driving a Civic
If the shoe fits, then believe I'ma fit it
Fit it, don't need a gun, so I know that I'm with it
In a few years, put my shit in exhibits
Killed a beat, and it's still not even a minute
Put your shit on, all you’ll hear is some crickets
Put my shit on, and you’ll see people pivot
Can't hear you down there, to me, you're a midget
Diss me, and you will be leaving with clinics
I'm a Windows, and you're still just a Linux
I'm a mark up, and you're still just a clearance

[Verse 6: Quickjoshy]
Recently, I realized, people live and people die
Legacies important, it's what the people can leave behind
If you're not the best, then get yourself back into the grind
Wanna finish first, be king of rappers who writing rhymes
Before I'm in the dirt, I've gotta give it at least a try
Hahahahahaha!
I'm not really funny, so, I haven't tried stand-up
Teacher asks a question, I don't put my fucking hand up
Looking in the mirror, I don't think I'm fucking handsome
Sold my soul to Hell, because I'd rather have the ransom
You're probably like, "Damn, son, these lyrics seeming random
This sound like a crazy kid, he probably has a handgun"
I'm alright at rapping, but I'm ass at making beats
But I'm kinda happy that I wasn't born out in the streets
Most gangster thing I've ever done was talk shit in a tweet
But you don't wanna hear 'bout this, you just wanna hear the heat

[Outro: Quickjoshy]
Fuck!