Aminam

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'.