Where's the Rap Video (MV)

I'm wondering where's the rap
All of my stubborn newcomers can't bare the facts
Nothing compares to that
The OG who told me to go be the man at bat
Nowadays everyone trynna be relevant without a melody, selling a lie
Bad like a felony wanna rewind, when Biggie said better be Ready to Die
I'm in my element ready to fly
Bump all the negativity they telling me
Fueling my energy, dueling my enemies
Truthfully moving a hunnit like centipede I'm
Zooming like Sonic, not doing no stupid shit to make a profit
If I'm in the booth making music you know that I groove and I got it
A soon to be prophet Muhammad and ya
Wack rappers all rap shameless, man, without even knowing the greats
People be older than me and famous finna expose all the phony and fake, telling 'em
I cannot believe they wanna test me, yeah
Little do they know I got the recipe, yeah
Said I look like Drake but I cook like steak
Jimmy said get a load of this Degrassi
Hit 'em like Tyson, kneel in Degrasse
Chicka chicka boom boom shooters start blasting
Y'all just capping I mean this
More immature than a fetus
Demeaning women and think you're a genius
Head up in venus, all of your strengths are really some weaknesses and I
Keep it lethal, popping off like a desert eagle
Not involved with the present evil
I'd rather take off and lead the people to the promise land, and
Don't be mistaken man just because you flow quickly
Don't mean you got you no content I bet your fans will grow sickly
They listen to your toxicity bet you think you the man
Right now you beez in the trap but soon it'll be Beez that you stan, and
Hit 'em with two when I'm in a bad mood ya'll just fill me with rage
You cats be tripping I'll make you a sad dude when I let my wrist fill the page
I really can't take it but I'll truly know I made it once I rock the stage
We all domesticated but I'm breaking out the cage
Coming with the sauce call me zesty, yeah
Leaving haters lost like I'm Messi, yeah
Sounding like y'all all belong on Sesame, yeah
Word murder now the police wanna arrest me, yeah
I cannot believe they wanna test me, yeah
Little do they know I got the recipe, yeah
Imma run this thing like Barack Hussein
And I'm not 2 Chainz but I rock two rings
Gotta stop taking shots like a cop who fiends
To invade my block then he pops two kings (Killed) who really
Rapping like this imma give you a list
Kendrick or Cole or Nasty Nas
You be feeling this lyrical exercise
Feeling spiritual listen to all the Tribe
Maybe Black Thought, maybe Daddy Kane
But your little brain can't maintain
Think you spit flame say the same thing
Better change lanes, gotta go away
Kool Herc and Bambaata that's Hip Hop
If you don't know you fake and you a lie
Walking cancer, I don't mean July
I'm talking 'bout the shit to make you die
Isn't it funny they had us enslaved
Now everybody wanna rap with a chain
Sad thing being black and ashamed
So let me just pick up the slack cause I'm actually
Taking off and never taking losses
Once I win once, then I'm winning often
Imma spit terrificness until exhaustion
All the competition in a coffin, man damn