[VERSE 1 - BIG BERD]
Damn you don't impress me baby rappers everywhere,
Could somebody please get these lames outta my hair?
Comin straight outta thin air, just appearin like that,
Tryna own the throne but too afraid to step up to bat,
Try to lay claim to the name but they really ain't worthy,
Y'aint a boss of the game if you a suck up like kirby,
So go back to your dreamland, where you think you're so great,
I'll reiterate you too afraid to step up to the plate,
So you resort to hate, on real dudes like me,
You be actin so rude, talkin ungratefully,
But I guess it's just fate you see, how there's the great and the lame,
So congrats on scorin ya 15 minutes of fame,
But that don't mean you're actually good, don't get it confused,
Cause 24 hours later you're yesterday's news,
So don't play the game until you learn the rules fool,
Class is now in session Imma take y'all mawfuckers to school.

[CHORUS - DND]
You do not impress me, stop trying please,
You are a wannabe,
You a sucka like a lollipop,
Start with me I'll chew you up like a gumdrop,
You ain't impressive ya style is stale,
You like rapunzel your world is a fairy tale,
Like a primary school exam you do not test me,
I don't care if you detest me, homie, you do not impress me.

[VERSE 2 - BIG BERD]
Can't say this delicately so Imma say it flat out,
I'm tired of this generic bullshit you dudes have spat out,
And then fed it to the masses, I have to sift through the ashes,
Of what hip-hop once was was before you chumps trashed it,
You asked for it, so Imma find the needle in the haystack,
Every dog has his day, so we gon have our payback,
And you breakin your back, tryna lift this weight,
You can't carry the hip-hop game like us, y'aint great,
Y'aint one of the best, so don't front like you is,
I think it's just about time for me to show you the biz,
Call me the business man, cause you know I mean business,
I'll leave you dumbfounded and askin what is this,
What is this you ask it, you so fake and plastic,
You can't rap like me cause my rhymes is fantastic,
This a matter of mind over, all you got is dumb luck,
Just cause you find a 4 leaf clover y'aint special you dumb fuck.

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[VERSE 3 - BIG BERD]
What happened to that S on Superman's chest,
I remember when that insignia was reserved for the best,
But now the rest wear it freely, and it carries no worth,
We must question if there's anything sacred left on the earth,
You dumb punks and fake chumps have ruined the good name,
So it's time I jump up and kick y'all outta the game,
I can see you lames done bit off more than you can chew,
Now you in over ya head, so who woulda knew,
You took ya wax wings and flew too high in the sky,
Soared too close to the sun, now you done, and I know why,
Why you fail so horribly, why you can't get it right,
Try n battle me rhetorically but hardly put up a fight,
You can't beat me, you can't even meet me at these standards,
You thought you planned it, but instead you got stranded,
So now you try n diss me, good luck, you turn on that,
But I remain untouched like Al Gore's thermostat.

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