Rap God Reigns
Yeah, look at the landscape
Who's really holding the crown?
They build empires out of sand and dust
Claiming the throne like it is a must
But when the real giant steps in the room Their whole foundation
meets instant doom
He writes in fire,
he speaks in gold
The greatest story that's ever told
(Step back, step back)
They are just tiny sparks to a burning sun (They are all
minuscule) There is only one true god under the gun
He is the supreme,
the true deity of rhyme Standing unmatched till the end of time
Everyone else is just drawing in chalk They run out of breath
when he starts to talk
(He's the god, yeah)
Their flows are tiny,
their concepts are small
One syllable and he crumbles their wall
They chase the trends while he builds the design
Leaving their legacies broken behind (hahaha)
From the underground to the stadium peak
He's the dictionary when they struggle to speak
He is the supreme,
the true deity of rhyme Standing unmatched till the end of time
Everyone else is just drawing in chalk They run out of breath
when he starts to talk (unmatched!)
Yeah,
look at the difference
(minuscule) Nothing left to say