Current Status Atmosphere (Ft. Musab)

[Beyond]
I peep Rap City highlights to my eyesight
Witnesses, bitches and kids fronting to bring their shit
You get nothing from this, write redundant, I leave the dumb shit
I never half-ass, my blast has you overcome with
The basement aroma, should've waited for your diploma
Instead you dropped out, now you grab the microphone to
Let the fox out, I box out this center
Ripping to end your agenda cause I'm the microphone pincher
Since you started rhyming you been barred from flying
Tryna push me to peep, I didn't buy your tape cause pussy is cheap
Pushing me deep, so I brush it to fuck it
You get rusted to rubbish cause my stuff is conducted
On some thoroughness, that "fuck the world" shit don't make it happen
You roll without friends and that sure as hell don't attract 'em
The five-man travelling band, I stand sagging my pants
Caramel skin color, the slim brother
I cancel and contort your financial support
A&Rs ridiculed for having thoughts to deliver you
Give your crew brain lacerations
You having dreams about stardom is only fame masturbation
My name has awakened the criterion
So judgement is passed, anybody budges I blast
Bustin' that ass and got class for the clone
Brothers need to relax straight to the back like domes