ETHER PT. II (JAY-Z DISS)

I’m breaking

Down The Roc 

Your company name

And label

You and Dame

Were something

Like brothers

Cain and Abel

But you see with me

You gotta rearrange

‘Cain’

And put the I

Before C

Cause only if I can

Are you able

To

“move the unmovable,

do the impossible”

Like you claimed

On ‘Hovi Baby’

Yo, homie, Jay-Z

You were shown

How to flow by Shady

There’s some things

I’ll only say to you

After this defeat

You’ll go home

To Bey and Blue

To be a crying

Moaning baby

Consoling yourself

In her arms

Like,

“Wife, just hold me”

Missiles are loaded

Honed and gauged

You won’t escape me

When the scope

Is straight

And zoomed

Seeing as you’re

With a Destine

Question:

Are you feeling

Lonely lately?

A double bed

Was made for two

But rumour has it

That the girl 

You took in

Matrimony

The lady’s

Gone astray

Into enemy zones

To satisfy the desire

Her soul is craving

The girl is your love

Let’s mention

The Blueprint series

The third was a dud

The first was a hit

And I earnestly admit

Blueprint 2

Was a masterpiece

But you borrow flows

And quotables

From other folks

I hope

The whole globe

Knows this

How much of

A hobo Hov is

Yeah, you get money

Bread, loaves of Hovis

But making the decision

To diss Nasir Jones, though

Showed that you must’ve had 

Crazy intentions - loco motives

Really you ought

To have spent more time 

To practise and train on tracks

Before even thinking

Of pointing your scope

Slow-focused, to aim at Nas

That was a fateful clash

If the bout was staged

In Las

Vegas

Promoters would’ve

Raked the cash in

What the announcer

Would say, he’d ask:

“Which of these two

Can demonstrate, 

That they’re

The greatest rapping?

Can Nas withstand

Jay’s tough jabs?

And if his face

Gets flattened

What stratagem

And tactics

Can Jay utilise

To come back

And beat him?”

On that track

Featuring Slim

Entitled ‘Renegade’,

A classic

Why didn’t you show

More heat

And venom, Jay?

I’d give you

A credible eight

And Em a ten

I mean

You’re a dragon

Capable of fire

At least

50 centigrade

But even Em’s friend

50 Cent’s, a grade

Above you

In the heat

And

Aggression stakes

So on that track

The title I’d have

To hand to Mathers

You got broken down

Into dismantled fractions

At the end of the day

It’s strange

Cause people esteem

You as a legend

And say, that you make

Your foes disband

And scatter

You’re an MC

With one of

The greatest flows

But anyone who’s

Knowledgeable knows

That what you have

In rhythm

You sacrifice in content

Your flow on tracks

And over-swag

Isn’t the total package

And calling

Yourself Hova?

That’s

Self-aggrandising

Nonsense

Cause you’re

Not divine

Or prophet

Just an average guy

With no spine

Or conscience

There’s a question

They ask

About Jay-Z:

Is he the

Genre’s greatest?

You can’t reach

Biggie’s

Honoured status

Especially if he was

Still amongst us

It’s a level

You can’t touch

Like mist

Or water vapour

No doubt you’ll think

I’m some sort

Of troll or hater

For pointing out that

You’re just

A pedestrian rapper

Not royal

Just a commoner

You’ve won Grammys

But your grammar

And form 

Aren’t on point 

And in delivery

You should take

More time

To inject a comma

Instead of rushing

Through your

Performance

Take a breath

And pause

And savour

The moment

But back to Biggie

His level’s a high one

And like MC Hammer

You can’t

Touch the bar

Creating an album

Like ‘The Blueprint’

Implies

You have

No role models

And if you think

You’re God

Who at all could

Hov follow?

So then

If original

Is what you are

Then I bet

You refuse

To even bend

Your head

To “look up” to stars

In my estimation

You seem sickly

And blue, Jay

Who holds the crown?

It’s not you, dawg

Forget your hometown

Of New York

Really you ought

To be from the city

Of Blue Jays

Cause against me

There’s no route

To escape

Nowhere Toronto

You’re letting off

Fireworks

What are flares

To bombs though?

Set a challenge

Pick a spot

On this Earth

I’ll be there

And pronto!

You and me

Compared?

Well, what what’s

A broom closet

Under stairs

To a cavernous

Condo?

Your flow’s got flaws

But to see you

Admit them

Would be the

Rarest of sightings

I told you

There’s no hole

Where you

Can hide in

Sayonara, so long!

I’ve shown Shawn

“How to do this, son”

After this bout

I bet Carter will

Think I didn’t

Rip him

Apart with skills

I continuously

Hit the mark

And for his part

In this saga

The score he’d get

From the judges

Well,

The only

Answer’s nil

But for me 

What was simply

Written

On their cards

Was ‘ill!’