"Axes 2 Grind (Return To The Throne)"

Verse 1:
Fineprint's back, an' he still got more +pride+ than a lion's seed
That emcee you try to be, fuck off wit' that tryin' me
Denyin' me a sought after claim - I will kill for
Like I ain't bearin' down wit' full weight on this nation's pulse
Wit' the tip of a steeltoe
Ready to - curb stomp 'em in the jugular vein
An' see if they bleed skill, that real raw shit
Like cannibals indulgin' in fecal appetites
You fools only clap for hype
But when it comes to the truth that I often write, I find myself
Teeter-totterin' 'tween here an' the afterlife
An' truth hurts, so it must burn when you grab the light
You daftly write, I strike like death adders
Locked-on like fighter jets; the best batter
You just buntin', I'm smackin' homeruns
Nigga, you gross nothin', I amass the whole sum
Grab the whole Sun, fireballs in my palm
Drop it on that ass like a Spirit Bomb, here it comes
A hot spitta like Andretti, got a searin' tongue
Fierce flow to the track's body 'til I sear it's lung
You know it's dopeness when you hear me on
An' wit' collabs, I'm the dopest on; nobody's near me, holmes
Often hold back like Superman, peep these nigga's forms
Then drop some bombs just to complement an' get 'em warm

Verse 2:
Got axes to grind into the spines, of backstabbers an' naysayers
Reason why I'm barely a team player
I've run across too many in my lifetime
Tumors in my life, once thought to be benign
It's too many old rappers wit' - chips on they shoulder
Mad because they flows ain't gettin' any colder
Stuck in the past wit' outdated production
Don't know how to switch it up, needin' deconstruction
Admittedly, I get - complacent like these dolts
But soon realize insanity gets no results
Update my nuts an' bolts, apply oil where the joints creak
Then come annoint the beat
See, my style may be, kinda reminiscent
Of 90's Hip-Hop, but a lot is much different
'Cause I mix it wit' the modern, an' to some that's a problem
But I'm done tryna please elitists stuck at the bottom
Fa'real...