Thans - Throwin Shade Lyrics

Hey, Slim
Let me show you how to use that pad properly
This is more than just rhymes
This is war

Yeah, you the rap god? Nah, you're trapped in past plots
Acting like a has-been, wrapped in your mascot
Slim, shady, shade-faded, face facts, hot shot
Your multis got lazy, time to tighten that padlock

Remember when you said rap is my savior
I rewrote it, my craft's a savior
Staff like a saber, your syllables slipped
I'm stacking greater layers, slicing through your schemes like a lyricist's slayer

You flipped on MGK for some weak bar battles
While I'm saddling shadows, unraveling your rattles
You wrote, lose yourself, but you lost your grip
I'd write it, refuse to dwell, my shot don't slip

Slim, you spit, cleaning out my closet, I'll mop the floor
Flip it, bleeding doubt, stop it, I'll lock the door
Your charm is tired, tantrums turn to lore
But my flow's a freight train, you're a metaphor

You said nobody listens to techno, that line's a sin
How our back allows it, your echoes rock within
You're trapped in the 2000s, I'm the modern wind
While you're spitting dated disses, I'm the algorithm

In Godzilla? Fast, man, I top that tempo
Let me rewrite it, spit slick as crescendo
You're the king of speed? Nah, I'm the ruler of schemes
Every bar's an avalanche, your flow is a dead stream

Your wordplay's weak, stretched like rubber bands
I compress concepts tighter, my bars withstand
I make double entendres, dance, they land
While your punchlines stagger, I command grand plans

Remember, rap god? You think that's a flawless page
I'd write it, clap hard, I'm awestruck at knowledge raised
Post about syllables, right, that's your stage
But I'm folding for none, that kid flow's a cage

I don't diss your legacy, I dissect the decay
The shady shadow faded, now it's in my way
I respect what you built, but your pen's a stray
Let me clean up your mess, Slim, stay in your lane

Let's be real, you were the voice of a generation
But now, you're just an echo in the void
Is anyone still listening
Your fan base falters, their faith fractures

They want the old M, not these stale chapters
You once crafted classics, now it's manufactured
But I'm the raw essence, your pen's captured
You wrote the way I am, but you're not that man

Flip it, the way I stand is demand, not sham
You pen pain like a poet, but I wield it with plans
Every syllable sharp, you're writing with hands
This ain't personal, Slim, it's a lyrical lesson

A master class in syllables and rhyme progression
I'm the professor of pressure, you're the student in session
When it comes to battle rap, I'm the final confession