Generation Z

I felt so bad for the guy But this time I'm not bound to reply Gimme that beat Get wrecked Go thrive And I'm giving off heat like sun to my life That boy told me I can't do grime But I'm bringing out flows that'll make you fly Look at me talk my shit And I got my creps blacked out like a midnight sky Kill em with the riddim that I'm spittin' for the feeling So I tell em that I'm living and I'm bigger when achieving And I'll get em in a minute when I'm bringing self believing And I wanna spit fast, never last, never leaving Saint T BTB with the flames Bars so cold like ice in the veins (Whats that) Your brain's gone frozen again And I broke this beat like breaking a chain Kill em with the bars that they can't comprehend Coz they ain't complex no need to pretend Said it from the start I'm the best in the end So don't try rhyme if it's now and then Here's Saint T not turned eighteen but I've still got bars that I won't ever lend Ask for a feature you've gotta pay coz you won't played if you ain't gunna spend Felt so bad that you ain't got P's Coz I felt your pain and now I'm pleased Mans at the top and I ain't gunna leave Coz it took so long and now I've achieved Took the piss but I rap with my G's if you ain't got bars then leave Please Ain't got time for these neeks Flying to the top the bees knees We are the best Never look back and fuck all the rest I am guy with the dark knight flows Make loads more then I get up and go I'm gunna grow Then let you know When I'm sat at the top And I spend my dough Shoot like katniss Arrow and bow Spit my bars and The blow go low Grab the mic and I spit so hard That you might think I've got an illness past All these rappers said I didn't spit fast Just showed my lyrical, creative bars Music is a race and I can't come last Coz I'm already half way there, head start Feel my words coz I rap from the heart Painting a pic, my tracks are art (Yeah, Yeah) I don't really care what they say to me Hit em with the left, right pray for me What pray for me No pray for him (Yeah) His rhymes too weak, they paper thin Imma climb to the top won't pay for him Don't give me that smack talk now coz I know you're gunna pay to win It's Saint T baby I'll be spitting bars in 2080 Ripping you apart at the age of 80 Call me weird and you're right I'm crazy Mental thoughts, It's a war like daily Smart quick rhymes call me slim shady I've been on my grind lately