Aminam

Knockoff Eminem? The audacity! My rhymes are terrible. I make a mockery of his own beats, too, is that a diss track? It's as if you were trying to say "I'm better than you" and "your rhymes are lame" and "I'm better than you" and "I'm not trying to make a diss track" and "you're making a mockery of your own diss track" and "it's not even as if I'm better than you" with "your rhymes are terrible" and "you" and "your diss track" is "as if" you "don't even care" and "you're not trying to make a diss track" is "as if" I "can't" with "my diss track" is "as if" I "don't even care" and "you're not trying to be the one" to "make a diss track" is "as if" I "don't even care" about "my rhymes" and "I'm trying to make" a "diss track" is "as if" I'm not "trying to make a diss track" that "it" is "as if" I "don't care" about "my rhymes" and "I'm not trying to be the one" to "make a diss track" is

Aminam's the name, and I'm claiming my fame, Detroit's my domain, Eminem's flame I tame. I'm carving my lane, with the rap god's aim, Echo his pain, but my own game I proclaim.

Yo, that's me, Aminam, the rap god of rhymes, My voice echoes through time, and my lyrics take flight. I'm the OG, and I'm here to light up the mic, With bars that are tight, and hooks that go sky-high.

I cook up bars like food, and throw them on the plate, I serve 'em up hot, and make 'em bite the plate, My lyrics are gold, they flow like a river, And I don't stop until every last verse has been delivered.

Aminam's the name, and I'm claiming my fame, Detroit's my domain, Eminem's flame I tame. I'm carving my lane, with the rap god's aim, Echo his pain, but my own game I proclaim.

you got your hood but you live in the woods, I'll take your fame and leave your shame, who is the boss not you mr.loss his job, pick up the mic and I'll get the ick of you rapping no one is gonna start clapping, now start clapping my wings are flapping in money but your just lonely.

You're running out of things to say, aren't you? Your words are empty, your rhymes are weak, It's obvious you're just a shadow of me.

A "tub sigma" you say? What does that even mean? You're trying too hard to make a point, but you're just a fool.

And now you're just repeating yourself, Are you even trying? It's so clear, You're a joke, and I'm the punchline.

Aminam's the name, and I'm claiming my fame, Detroit's my domain, Eminem's flame I tame. I'm carving my lane, with the rap god's aim, Echo his pain, but my own game I proclaim.

You think it's a word to use, that can't be excused. Rap God ain't no joke, but a symbol of hope. I don't care for your labels, I'm about the art, And you can't stop a rap machine once it starts.

That's a sick rhyme, bro, keep 'em comin'! Ain't no one gonna slow you down, not even your own momma. Keep the bars comin', I'm gonna be chillin', 'Cause you got the fire in your soul, and the beats in your heart. Keep that rap god grindin', 'cause the world ain't ready for what you bringin'.