Hook: Adele]

[Verse 1]

June 20th a Gemini is born
Ain't no secret I'm murdering anything I get on
Ain't no reason for surgery, silence, so we can mourn

I literally leave a murder scene every time I perform
This a state of emergency, been a bit of a disturbance, see
Artits showin' no courtesy, rapper's out of his form

Should be locked up for perjury, lying about what you're doin'
Selling your soul for currency, anything to get on
Hell is for an eternity, hope you know where you're goin'

An industry full of wannabe's, never will I conform (um)
Light years ahead of you rappers that started flowin'
And half of the ones that got it don't even know what they're doin'

You write a rap and it's whack, it's the rappers that you influence
So backwards half of the time don't know if you're comin' or goin'
Your lack of passion for rap is the reason rap has been ruined

If fashion is where your passion is, that's what you should be doin'
They claim they're cut from the fabric that they paint in their drawings
But as soon as they get to eatin' you're back and touchin' your groin, so


[Verse 2]
Riddle me, riddle me, how many rappers physically

Drizzle with the ability, that can mess with me lyrically
Mimic or even mirror me, Hell will freeze over literally
Wildebeest with the similes, metaphors' and agility

Little you to belittle me, jealous of what I'm willed to be
Still a beast with the killers, be gents, and mental then it'll be
Typically easy as me on top of this instrumental beat

Still a gorilla killer, !@$!edly solemnly swore that I would go get it scared
Well you oughta be called a priest if he really should kill a prayer and prophecy
Follows me through the wilderness, father put me where I should be

Pray that the shorties follow me
But I ain't follow Chuck D
Gem visions so they can see

But Wakka Flakka to them is what B.I.G. was to me
2Pac and that hologram could never replace the grief
And had he still been alive, you rappers would never be

Don't act as if you're surprised, you know it as well as me
Just happened to be the guy that reported it on the CD
I listen to artists and be like, man they listen to me

Steal your ingredients but they don't want to let you to eat
Got friends that envious, of the talentcause I'm a beast
Mad at me for reaching the levels that I done reach

Fell off, I wasn't ready to feast
I walked away from the table and Drizzy sat in the seat
Knock it off with the fables, before you put me to sleep

Gemstones feel like the loco, loco with the steed
These artists are just so-so, they just hidin' behind the beat
The production is dope though so it's harder for you to peep

And you fall for the bozos, been balls like they ain't weak
On these blogs and got the nerd to be sought like Chief Keef


[Verse 3]
The way this industry doggin' is elite (I'm a pawn)
Got the people and all, like these beats (and they frauds)

And hop on anything dog with a sweet leaf (like a frog)
Are we mentally all, in a deep sleep (and fall)
They've offended me and all of these bleep bleeps

With a god and they think they don't amended me all cause I speak deep
But I'm Jaws and I'll eat anything, gnaw with these teeth
Through the walls of this weak industry, targeting these geeks

With a cause, until I diminished them all and they retreat, and dissolve
I'm academically out of these boys' reach, I've evolved to destroy anything
Bloggin and retweet

I'll be doggin' 'til I'm frozen, a coffin and deceased

[Verse 4]

Lyrical miracle, since they cut my umbilical
Still a fool with the syllables, guess you think it's empirical
I will cook up a batch of these bomb atomically chemicals

Pick up scoop and swing it right at you, like some gorilla poop
Killa shoot if he feel like he thrilla, hope you're gorilla proof
Feel it you across your chest and you know it's stupid, I can feel in you

Never proof 'for I kill a proof, just as easy as killin' proof
Pitiful, I should still on you, fall asleep and I lit a fuse

[Outro]
You're going to wish you

All you rappers, all you rappers
All you fake MCs that's misleadin' our youth
Talking about cars that you ain't got
Crack that you ain't sold, neighborhoods that you know that you can't go in
You ain't real, be yourself

It's Gemstones, it ain't no question who's the elephant in the room
You're gonna wish you never had met me
Shout out to Adele
You already know what it is
Gemstones for life