Unfinished Business lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Terrestrial, you asked for this, chatting bare sh*t online about “f*ck S7VN”, and “My Music’s Too Lyrical Miracle.” f*ck this guy

[Verse]
First things first, I could dun your whole career in a verse
You drop singles and they are lyrically the worst
Flop and then use excuses like ‘I had to rehearse’
“One of Dunedin’s Best Lyricist’s,” if you insist
But for that there, you’re taking a risk
When most of the time your carried by the assist
Nuggetman ain’t rapped in a year, and still carried your career
You ain’t been here long enough to talk about being in a higher tier
“f*ck around my sh*t and you gon’ regret it”, that sh*t sound pathetic
Made up like synthetic, but that’s your flat out aesthetic
Talk about grades, I had 2 B’s and 3 C’s
I’m out here getting degrees
Your just mad you ain’t attaining these
Last year, you flunked your report just to MC
And still couldn’t be me
Says he makes M’s, that we don’t C
Only time your cold, is when you turn on the AC
Rhymes sounding old, you’re aging like the BC
Repeating styles on mic, like CC
My words run miles around you like the flash, DC
True I ain’t put out a EP, but like JME, “You need to check out the history”
I’ve more songs than your 4 albums, that we’ll never see
100 Demos, ‘Where Are Those?”
Like Ice, there stuck on froze
I will never be dissed by a man wearing snow clothes
In cold water, you dipped your toes
So I was sent to slaughter, and you’re getting exposed
Your 18 Years Old, and still acting a child
That’s wild, for a person angry one minute and mild the next
That wanna’ flex the same lyrics repeatedly over text
I know this got you vexed, but this is the effect
When we give the advice, and you’ll play games like rolling dice
But this is the fool’s paradise, you don’t have to ask me twice
And what’s this diss on Liam talking bout’ Jewish
You’re making yourself look real foolish
Saying he has 4 mental illnesses
Get off the med’s Eddie, he still stresses
Bout all these lies, you ain’t wise
DJ’s in America, that’s hysteria
Cheketri, she ain’t famous
Eddie, you f*cked up when you aimed at us (2:08)
Just to attain some rap status
Man thought I was all comedy like Dave Chappelle
Couldn’t spell his name, so at English you don’t excel
I think outside the box, that’s why my brain got different cells
I can tell when your best diss is “I still live at my parent’s house”
At least I butcher on the beat and turn you to a chophouse when I douse
I don’t cease on rappers, I’m married to the game like a spouse
A simpleton, you couldn’t understand the thoughts from this man
Smacking you up like Wimbledon, “Have you even had a fan?”
When the beats are loops on soundtrap
And your talking about holding straps
Never change or adapt
That’s How I know you can’t rap
Your insults are p*ss weak
To call them a diss would be peak
You lost Liam Gonen, Nuggetman and I
That’s why your album is going to be dry
No Marketing, you don’t even try (3:02)
You definitely ain’t that guy
Changing lyrics on genius
Just cause you seen us doing better
Try to act tough, but you ain’t leather
They really got me versing Confessional
Cause he can get more emotional
Then going through a period
Longer than a myriad
Constant name changes he arranges
No introduction needed, cause my sh*t’s anticipated
So it’s time you take the pen and get reacquainted
Cause it’s hard to beat my career when yours just got tainted
All these lyrics you need translated
You’ll never be rated
Talk on my sh*t all you want
Then I flaunt skill
Even when I’m at my worst, everything I write is still real (END)