Where's the Rap

I'm wondering where's the rap All of my stubborn newcomers can't bare the facts Nothing compares to that The OG who told me to go be the man at bat Nowadays everyone trynna be relevant without a melody, selling a lie Bad like a felony wanna rewind, when Biggie said better be Ready to Die I'm in my element ready to fly Bump all the negativity they telling me Fueling my energy, dueling my enemies Truthfully moving a hunnit like centipede I'm Zooming like Sonic, not doing no stupid shit to make a profit If I'm in the booth making music you know that I groove and I got it A soon to be prophet Muhammad and ya Wack rappers all rap shameless, man, without even knowing the greats People be older than me and famous finna expose all the phony and fake, telling 'em I cannot believe they wanna test me, yeah Little do they know I got the recipe, yeah Said I look like Drake but I cook like steak Jimmy said get a load of this Degrassi Hit 'em like Tyson, kneel in Degrasse Chicka chicka boom boom shooters start blasting Y'all just capping I mean this More immature than a fetus Demeaning women and think you're a genius Head up in venus, all of your strengths are really some weaknesses and I Keep it lethal, popping off like a desert eagle Not involved with the present evil I'd rather take off and lead the people to the promise land, and Don't be mistaken man just because you flow quickly Don't mean you got you no content I bet your fans will grow sickly They listen to your toxicity bet you think you the man Right now you beez in the trap but soon it'll be Beez that you stan, and Hit 'em with two when I'm in a bad mood ya'll just fill me with rage You cats be tripping I'll make you a sad dude when I let my wrist fill the page I really can't take it but I'll truly know I made it once I rock the stage We all domesticated but I'm breaking out the cage Coming with the sauce call me zesty, yeah Leaving haters lost like I'm Messi, yeah Sounding like y'all all belong on Sesame, yeah Word murder now the police wanna arrest me, yeah I cannot believe they wanna test me, yeah Little do they know I got the recipe, yeah Imma run this thing like Barack Hussein And I'm not 2 Chainz but I rock two rings Gotta stop taking shots like a cop who fiends To invade my block then he pops two kings (Killed) who really Rapping like this imma give you a list Kendrick or Cole or Nasty Nas You be feeling this lyrical exercise Feeling spiritual listen to all the Tribe Maybe Black Thought, maybe Daddy Kane But your little brain can't maintain Think you spit flame say the same thing Better change lanes, gotta go away Kool Herc and Bambaata that's Hip Hop If you don't know you fake and you a lie Walking cancer, I don't mean July I'm talking 'bout the shit to make you die Isn't it funny they had us enslaved Now everybody wanna rap with a chain Sad thing being black and ashamed So let me just pick up the slack cause I'm actually Taking off and never taking losses Once I win once, then I'm winning often Imma spit terrificness until exhaustion All the competition in a coffin, man damn