Freestyle.

Yeah, producer tag of the century
ConCrete on the beat
That's that
Let's have a little fun, alright?
Yeah, ey
(ConCrete!)
Applyin' pressure, rhymes give you sublime pleasure
Lying on stretcher for lying 'bout your crime endeavoures
I'll remember you dying when realizing I'm better than the shit you jotted and spent time devising and repping
You looked down on this child
Now you'll be hoping that the door is open and this time you're bowing, not boasting
I'll think about your recruitment like Tyler Durden
Cause your shit is heard, but it's mild and not wild and turnt unlike mine
And thats probably why you returned to me in the first place
You're hella thirsty and holy water won't serve ya
Pussy, you'll probably dry to death unless I squirt your cervix
Hold up that's a fucking joke
A fucking joke, you heard me?
You probably don't cause acting hard consumes all of your focus
Looking good infront of folk won't lend you hope when they're not looking
That's why honesty's the best policy
Caught this beat and jotted rhymes accordingly before recieving more critique
Don't give a fuck about your critique
Only listen to those who know their shit
Or fellow bros who I know wrote their shit
Also those who know how to compose a beat will know that these supposed Mozart geeks are so indecent and morbid obese
Hold up, I'm just fucking kidding, don't you spray my brain
Add an F 'tween JK and history'll make you think
Competition's battered like they baking cake
Hanging with my mates today, go to the club, say hey to babes and mate today
Like an animal out of his cage today
Precise like a canine sniffin' 'caine spittin this game today
You're lousy like a game playing incel who complains all day
Quit the sticks and spin the shit I've written, spit and made today
Okay?

Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen
I'd like to present to you
The Swedish Hip-Hop scene

Back in business, rapping and sample flipping
You bitches lacking tricks and then maskin' it, you ain't masculine
Yappin bout womens asses on tracks that sound like ass
Then go give some bank to chicks with instagrams to go dance to it
Givin' you an advantage but very few of you manage to grab the chance with your hand
You too busy foldin' through cash that won't last
Now you over here scrambling, panhandling
Up on your instagram with a caption that sound like asking for streams
Looking very embarrassing to me
Wasn't you talking 'bout how you was carrying your team?
Whipping a McClaren and then marrying a queen
Living lavish in a mansion, then expanding over seas
I guess you only rapping when extravagance is seen
Your crown a cap when reality is sad, not extreme
I said you got a crown but you the farthest from a king
SC ConCrete just slaughtered everything like

(God damn)
(Yeah, SC ConCrete just slaughtered everything like)