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meccccca - old heads (eminem diss) lyrics

[verse 1: mecca]
you really had to get me started
old heads thought that they had me outsmarted
make me pick up my pen, like an artist
rap is an art form, a martial art
don’t try to fight it, dad
i think it’s about time that you retired, man
duck lips is a tired fad, cos’ my bill bored, how i climb it
“change is not real”
let’s see how you feel
in about a year
when the skies are clear
and the only water we get
is from our eyes, a tear
don’t at me, dear
when a n-gga get hot
like the atmosphere
we don’t come with subs
you know we keeping gats in here
dont try to pump that blood sh-t
like you cardiovascular

(yeah)

[verse 2: mecca]
i’m here to get petty, never taking the high road
after i dead you, you gonna need a second revival
you never wrote the rap bible, you just another disciple of
dr. dre, n.w.a, rakim, and masta ace
you shooting subliminal shots, we got glocks at your cranium
you sell out, i sell out top level stadiums
if you a rap god, then i’m still f-cking atheist
flag on your cover, any true patriot, would hate it
can’t take the heat, a tay keith beat
ain’t got enough juice, ain’t got enough citrus – to
split into triplets
though you don’t like it
we know it’s is good for business

[verse 3: mecca]
“hol up, wait a minute”
i’ll give you a second son
i’m finna be infamous
my talents are infinite
influence ubiquitous
you say that you’re sick of us
but you signed fifty
and now he is omnipotent
you can only go rappity rap rap
tryna hide your hairline with that blackity cap cap
what the f-ck is that that?
don’t try to act big to me
you barely even 6 foot, i never asked for your motherf-ckin’ input
but everyone has a right to an opinion, i guess
you just regurgitating your master’s verses, hating
like how a penguin digests
you used to rap better, when you used to inject
you’ve lost your buzz, like a wounded insect
old man lost his mind, they need to find your meds
what was line you said? sh-t was stuck in my mind, my head
sh-t was bugging me
name dropped me on your album
thank you for plugging me

put my city on the map like, mr. firth
blast off on the verse
it’s time to come back to earth
like i’m mac miller, so watch
what’s a caterpillar to a wasp

i know you wanna bee me
so just flea the scene, ant fly away
because my mantis this not the way
try to run up on me, and i’ll give you the beats
like i’m dr. dre
y’all see how i move
y’all know i how i operate
i’m the father of good music
i adopted ye

[verse 4: mecca]
so you attack little pump, cos he can’t fight back for himself
just wait till he matures and becomes a 12-gauge
but f-ck it, life’s handing you lemons?
you sour with age
i don’t think that he wants the rage
in fact, i think he’s afraid
think twice before you press the wrong budden
and then all of a sudden
turn your whole fanbase of sheep into mutton
if you gonna call me out
better not have on your caller id
e m i n e m, r.i.p
let’s have a moment of silence
then you wanna talk about domestic-violence
tryna bake a cake, but you forgot the flour, boy
was better than your last two albums
you’re rhymes are watered down
straight outta the shower boy
i’m tired of your cynicism
because you can’t take criticism
explicitly cataclysmic decisions made because of imprisoned ignorism
if that’s even a word, it isn’t
but i don’t give two sh-ts
so listen
my b-tches head game too illest, end up with a circ-mcision
nah, that’s disgusting

[verse 5: mecca]
i’ll stop now
no longer top ten, because you pop now
you made hopsin, but i hopped out
of the box they put me in
be careful, i think you may have misunderstood me, em
i’m not on your vertical, i’m on a whole other axis
what was it you asked us
these n-ggas be snitching?
so we pulled up with axes
i’m not here to call you mayonnaise
or to call you a cracker
“eemenim” claims to have all of the answers
you don’t want none of this smoke
end up with all types of cancers
you were a better rapper, when you had a poisoned bladder
urine trouble, i’m just taking the p-ss
you’re the goat, i know you can do better than this
bout my wits, how i spit
like i’m salivating
call me yeezy
only difference is that i’m graduating
sn-tch your chain, my goons emanc-p-ting
hop on the mic, and spit like a cobra
deliver sharp lines, like we snorting that cola
tote gats, straps, and squeeze tight like a boa
you come at little boat
but i’m the ark
so somebody call noah

[verse 6: mecca]
if you see me
don’t be scared to say “h-llo”
like adele
while i’m macking
since your ep
oh no
you fell off
you been lacking
but r.i.p prodigy
legend, with an underrated discography
i get choked up just thinking bout it
in spite of that, like spiderman
i come at the kingpin, and now that
i k!lled your career
old timer, go back to your linked in account
try to play with me, and i’ll leave you like lincoln
how bout it’
all rhymes with no substance
but the little white kids love it
what you want me to do?
bow down, your highness?
i hope that one day we can put this all behind us
this is a moment in history
this record is timeless

written by: young-mecca
produced by: ron browz

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