Who Run This Rap Game

[Intro]
Who run this rap game?
Tell me
RollerX on the beat uhh

[Verse 1]
Who run this rap game?
Bitch, I do
Moonwalking all over your throne like Michael
I'ma monk, busy writing Nep-hop ko bible
I already told you bitches it's a tricycle
I'm the front wheel, you turn where I steer
You need to get your facts straight, set your mind clear
Get some ideas how to make shit ideal
You would die motherfucker with the half of shit that I deal
What is amazing?
Listen
A year back somebody was just a mental patient
A year later, He claiming he fuckin' king of rap
Tell mе wassup with that?
There's only one king that a fact I bеlieve
Now he already dead, his Yama took him away
But Buddha still alive, we need to follow the light
You talk realism?
All you do is follow hype
I'm no stutter guy
I'm the prototype to achieve greatness
But lately
I've been sick and tired of the fake shit
I'm loosing all of my patience
I might show up at your door
Screaming "Fuck you" in all ya faces
I might get charged with all ya murder cases
Not physically, but lyrically
It's nothin' personal
It's more of a perspective thing
I do what's right for me homie
Fuck what you think
I bring boombap back
Don't fuck with my Wu Tang clan
Nepali Method Man
You need to learn some methods man
It's the wildest cat from the Kathmandu
Oh you really wanna see what this man can do
Acrobatic lyricism, Rob Van Dam dude
You always hyped up, like some monkeys from Swoyambhu
Wildest cat from the Kathmandu
Ka-Ka-Kathmandu
Acrobatic lyricism, Rob Van Dam dude
You always hyped up, like some monkeys from Swoyambhu
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Look
I never wanted to do it
Motherfuckers made me do it
No clout chasing, no Lil Rock
It's nothin' stupid
This is hardest on the mic
Retarded with the style
Crafted with a mind
I'm the smartest here to shine
You no Cole, no Kendrick
If you Nas, I'm Jay-Z
Don't talk no shit about somebody's wife and baby
Dawg
You on some gay shit
These streets don't know you
You never fucked a bitch
And you let the world knew
Who that [?] girl is
You got a lotta bitches and your friend's still virgin
That shit disturbin'
Tell me why you did that when I met you in person
Cause if I ever do that, I curse me with a burden
I'm just tryna be nice
I'm different person behind curtains
Don't judge me with all of these lyrics that I'm serving
This ain't no diss dude, we got the same purpose
This is hip-hop, you the only clown in the circus
Bitch