???? Andrew Tate (Verse 1)
Top G’s in the building, alpha in the flesh,
Kicking down doors while you're cleaning your desk.
Cobra Mindset, Bugatti flow, I move in speed,
While you mumble in lectures 'bout cleaning up leaves.
Discipline? Please, I built empires in weeks,
You're quoting Jung while I’m training elite.
Talk dreams and memes, I live what I preach,
You give life advice that’s outta reach.
I’m cigar smoke and a private jet flame,
You’re sweater vests and academic pain.
Freedom ain't in your 12-step crawl,
It's in the matrix I broke, while you still stall.
???? Jordan Peterson (Verse 1)
Order and logos, I speak to the soul,
While you're flexin' fake chains in a rented role.
You scream 'alpha' like a frightened teen,
But real strength is the man who dares to think.
Clean your room? It’s deeper than dust,
It’s a call to rise, not chase blind lust.
You dodge the truth in a neon haze,
I walk through chaos with righteous grace.
You're flash and noise, a loud parade,
I build men slowly—true, not played.
You peddle fear wrapped in gold cliché,
But my words lift the lost from disarray.
???? Andrew Tate (Verse 2)
You're slow-burn wisdom, I’m wildfire wins,
They come to me broke, leave kings with sins.
Top floor views while you're talking in halls,
I coach warriors, you quote Dostoevsky's falls.
You want meaning? Try owning your fate,
Not blaming the world from a Canadian state.
I roll dice with fate, and still get paid,
While you warn of dragons that I slay each day.
???? Jordan Peterson (Verse 2)
Yet every dragon you slay is made of pride,
Shadow work, son—you can't just hide.
I build men from the roots to the sky,
You build noise that will flicker and die.
Life’s not a game, nor a flashy ride,
It’s the courage to feel, not just survive.
You mock the mind, but that's your loss,
'Cause a real king leads—not just acts boss.
???? [Outro – Split Hook]
Tate:
“Top G forever, legacy untamed—
I'm the storm they fear, the world’s my game.”
Peterson:
“Logos eternal, the war's within—
Build the soul, that’s where you win.”
Top G’s in the building, alpha in the flesh,
Kicking down doors while you're cleaning your desk.
Cobra Mindset, Bugatti flow, I move in speed,
While you mumble in lectures 'bout cleaning up leaves.
Discipline? Please, I built empires in weeks,
You're quoting Jung while I’m training elite.
Talk dreams and memes, I live what I preach,
You give life advice that’s outta reach.
I’m cigar smoke and a private jet flame,
You’re sweater vests and academic pain.
Freedom ain't in your 12-step crawl,
It's in the matrix I broke, while you still stall.
???? Jordan Peterson (Verse 1)
Order and logos, I speak to the soul,
While you're flexin' fake chains in a rented role.
You scream 'alpha' like a frightened teen,
But real strength is the man who dares to think.
Clean your room? It’s deeper than dust,
It’s a call to rise, not chase blind lust.
You dodge the truth in a neon haze,
I walk through chaos with righteous grace.
You're flash and noise, a loud parade,
I build men slowly—true, not played.
You peddle fear wrapped in gold cliché,
But my words lift the lost from disarray.
???? Andrew Tate (Verse 2)
You're slow-burn wisdom, I’m wildfire wins,
They come to me broke, leave kings with sins.
Top floor views while you're talking in halls,
I coach warriors, you quote Dostoevsky's falls.
You want meaning? Try owning your fate,
Not blaming the world from a Canadian state.
I roll dice with fate, and still get paid,
While you warn of dragons that I slay each day.
???? Jordan Peterson (Verse 2)
Yet every dragon you slay is made of pride,
Shadow work, son—you can't just hide.
I build men from the roots to the sky,
You build noise that will flicker and die.
Life’s not a game, nor a flashy ride,
It’s the courage to feel, not just survive.
You mock the mind, but that's your loss,
'Cause a real king leads—not just acts boss.
???? [Outro – Split Hook]
Tate:
“Top G forever, legacy untamed—
I'm the storm they fear, the world’s my game.”
Peterson:
“Logos eternal, the war's within—
Build the soul, that’s where you win.”
- Catégories
- Cours de Piano
- Mots-clés
- Andrew Tate, Jordan Peterson, Rap Battle
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