[Intro]
Um (You gon' have to die on that hill)
Let me show you how to really do this beat (You gon’ have to die on that hill)

[Verse 1: Scru Face Jean, Knox Hill]
Fuck it, let's compete, ho
Weak ho, you was hypin' bars from Ben Shapiro
I can’t do this, again, the lyrics, what? Very sorta like Eminem style-esque
Sodomize and colonize the culture, we gon' speak though
Think I need a diss him for an album, what an ego
We heard your little diss, it was soft, not scary
And we heard you little line about Ahmaud Arbery
But basically the content revolved around Ahmaud Arbery, and it was used as a bar
Go delete your little tweets like we ain't saw, y'all scary
We gonna have to play a round of "Swear to God", dog worried
Swear to God that you ain't say you ain't a product of this culture
You just kinda stumbled on it, now you profit from this culture
Swear to God that you react to rap but that shit got my cryin'
When there's no one Black on your channel for fuckin’ weeks at a time
I’m really speakin' my mind, you thought that was "Ether", you lyin’
Em should call you Cocks Hill, you ride his meat all the time
Swear to God that you ain't write that fuckin' bar about Ahmaud
Fuck your donations, we don't want your blood money, dog
Tryin’ to do gun bars, but that's a gun bar you toss
Says a lot that you ain't notice when you wrote it, it was wrong
[Break: Knox Hill]
See, with all the critique, I think the biggest realization point for me is when I step back
And I thought about being Ahmaud's mom and if I heard that line
They would not appreciate the fact that their son
Who was taken way too soon, who was taken away from them
Is now being used as a punchline in a rap song

[Verse 2: Scru Face Jean]
No slander Reddits about how you pander
You weak fraud, weak song
Must've phoned that shit in, Steve Jobs
How you gon' talk about my momma and tax dollars
While you robbin' from a culture that you really not a part of
I'm sorry, Officer Knox, I swear she'll obey the law
But dissin' a rapper for his mama crime show you culturally lost
You see, sometimes people in this culture have it hard
I can bring up color laws, but I don't need to go that far
Against the odds, sometimes you go against the law 'cause shit gets dark
But when you cosplay a culture, you don't understand that part
You don't understand our struggle, you don't understand our heart
You don't understand our pain and you don't understand the art
How come everybody says the same shit to Jean?
Quoting other rappers' disses, what the fuck is goin' on?
Why the fuck you always sound so fuckin' awkward in your songs?
This some shit you puttin' on, please go back to doin' poems
How the hell is you gon' call me sus on your songs?
Or a cuck, that was wrong when you probably wearin' thongs
Why the fuck I'm gettin' hit up by yo' mo'fuckin' aces
Called your ass a colonizer and they sent some laughin' face
Fuck you, talkin' 'bout rappers' American roots
It's Black roots, that's Jamaican and African, too
If you track every n***a that diss me, shit is odd
They literally hit the booth and make the same song
Same lies, same disses, same narrative they on
Guess when you copyin' papers, you get the same questions wrong
Difference is, when I made a skit 'bout Melle Mel, I was jokin'
You dissed Ben' and you were serious as hell
Matter fact, when someone disses Em, you react
Like, "Look at me, Marshall, I promise I got your back"
Took another n***a's diss as a personal attack
You quit soccer but you keep jugglin' balls, red flag
Apologize to who? You edit Scru and think you got stuff?
Just like a colonizer, tryna lie to get us caught up
For real, that shit feels it when they lie to get us locked up
You really provin' everything I'm sayin' when you talk, bruh
Now let me really help you, I ain't frontin' on you, n***a
But it sounds weird when you say you huntin' for a n***a
Benzino didn't diss you but you dissed him for you leader
If I got fake features then, bitch, you a fake beefer
How you actin' like I'm weaker when you know my shit is fever
Only one of us is pay the other one for a feature
And we don't really wanna hear about mental health
When you diss an unarmed Black man gettin' killed
[Break: Knox Hill, MoStack]
You know, there was one artist who even said, you know
"You're a white dude commenting on this and my people are out here getting killed."
And see, I didn't even think like that
Duh, that's the whole point

[Verse 3: Scru Face Jean]
Man, this NF angle that you kickin', shit an L
Bitch, it's blatant what you doin' and it's cringier than hell
Took his style, took his vibe like we really wouldn't tell
But this dodo even took his logo as well
Odd, feels like you gettin' bars from your man
But you gotta understand that they not really your mans
I'm about to give 'em beats like it's heart in his hand
But you such a corny rapper that it's part of your brand
I don't talk about nothin', think you talkin' 'bout yourself
Maybe I should monetize and weaponize mental health
Maybe I could make a song about depression, that'll sell
And not offer no solution, just more pity for myself
Hypocrite? You wanna know what hypocrite is?
Dissin' me for remixes while you remixin' this
A reactor tried to act like I ain't like white people
Most I know are nice people, you just like white evil

[Break: Adam Calhoun, NoLifeShaq]
The fuck you rappin' for, n***a-ass n***a?
Got your saggin' pants with your ass hangin' out the back
Hangin' out in front of liquor stores sellin' crack (Damn)
This is 100% true for like 80% of the Black n***as
They not taking care of their kids
They sellin' drugs, they got a crazy-ass baby mama
They own child support, they can't keep a job
[Verse 4: Scru Face Jean]
That's the same motherfucker that's gon' diss his own people
To justify white sayin' "N***a," boy is lethal
You done already showed your colors, that's why we don't fuckin' trust ya
That boy lyin' if he say he unbiased, he a bluffer
A panderin' nut hugger that damage his own brothers
That made it by tap dancin' for payment, we not dumber
Back to Knox, if you play play, man down, AK
Or I'll flip KH with a motherfuckin' HK
Flash out, find him in the DMV and crash out
Boy, that voice you makin' when you rap makes us laugh loud
Haha, it's like, "They're not like us, they're not like us, they're not like us", bum
"They're not like us," why am I sus? Look at you, bruh
"Is that girl eighteen?" What the fuck that even mean
Oh I see, you just tryna do that Kendrick-Drake thing
But you lyin' tellin' fables 'cause there's no way else to break Scru
Such a colonizer that you tryna appropriate an angle
So for that I'm gettin' angered, I'll string you up from a cable
I could shank you but I thank you for lettin' me watch you strangle
Your opinions ain't real and for real, you just fuckin' mangle
And you sound like the police on your song, Officer Dangle, yeah

[Outro: Scru Face Jean]
Haha, and don't worry, the real ones see what y'all tryna do
See these narratives y'all tryna spin
We got people who break down music who don't even understand lyrics
I said "If, if you remove Eminem and you remove NF, who are you?"
And they really looked at the camera and said, "I dissed Eminem and NF"
Nah, boy, I said you ain't got nothin' to stand on 'cause you ain't your own man without them
This ain't 2019 no more
Y'all can't keep spinnin' these weird narratives 'cause we in a little niche
Nah, real n***as in the chat now
Ha, this ain't about Black or white, it's just about wrong and right