Unparalleled

[Intro: J. Arrr]
Y'all niggas love making comparisons, man. "He sound like this, he sound like that." I sound like me, nigga. Fuck you talking 'bout?

[Verse 1: J. Arrr]
Look
How they reacting when their backs against the wall?
Still above ground, but somehow can never leave the floor
That type of shit can have your whole sanity at war
But they’re the mantle, I’m the core
Can’t compare me to yours, man
Robert Townsend, lord, it's golden all around him
Them big moves, small announcements, I’m all about it
Like how you claim you ten toes, but steady falling out with
Them niggas you was on the couch with
Been balling out, a pro teen, but now I’m in my 30s tryna shake shit
Them squares been up out my circle, had to shapeshift
On this road to riches, I’m swerving without the brake switch
Don’t give a fuck about yo' Lanez, I’m like J. Swish
They make shit awkward, I tell em I’m not avail'
I know my hard work beat my talent, that’s not for sale
Seen this Mike be a bully to niggas like Scott Burrell
You’ll never find someone like me, you not Adele, nigga
I sell pictures, I’m painting these masterpieces
Master P shit, No Limit or locks, I ain’t master key’n
Passion, involved in my practice, I’m passed the preaching
Niggas tryna count me out is a stretch, Dhalsim reaching
Classic Heat shit, Haslem & Turiaf
Been giving up these gems like they snatching my jewelry off
You hear the cold punches, I'm just letting the flurries off
They question the official like that Wilder & Fury draw
But here we are

[Verse 2: Ransom]
But really, dog, these bars for the blind, they cry when they feel my scars
A real mirage, you thinking I'm here, the fear's that I'm still at large
I kill 'em off
A god, I am forced to read from a scripture
Of course these Desert Eagles will force you to see the picture
They're torturing me with whispers, they're testing Ran
Stressin fam, figure is horrible when these demons fuck with my Method Man
I'm Lord Starks holding my sword sharp
I'm all heart with nice thoughts of stepping on coke, now I'm a White Walker
Might cross ya over like John and Anthony Edwards
Shepherds can play a sheep, but a sheep just can't play a shepherd
Hold your weapons high
Whom next to die?
Don't testify unless you lie
Drop my flow in the tub, it electrifies
Flex aside, I'm really humble, in rumbles the best survive
But don't get left red if I said that the techs derived
Check your vibe, is you real or you counterfeit?
Niggas bound to slip
Your talk is cheap, I can't stand the sound of it
You a clown for this
Your shit was deep until they found your ditch
All I hear is pounds and bricks
You ain't ever found your niche?
Got these niggas sweating bullets, you can't even count the clips
Gang of niggas, several hooded, and they walk around with this
Let one wet ya, this my slum lecture
Come test the nigga that'll pause in his verse just to make a gun gesture
Comedians get hit with one Heckler
The heat is hot and that's my sun's pressure
Don't let this one stress ya, man

[Outro: Ransom]
Word. I know we better than the rest of y'all niggas, man, don't let it stress you, my nigga. Please. Ay, J, man we did it again (haha). Word. Elegance at its finest. Shit is beautiful. Yeah