I wouldn’t chide you, out perform, out write, and out rhyme you

We’re headed to our own damn thing, prepare kid
Why you think I’d let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do?
Like I wouldn’t chide you, out perform, out write, and out rhyme you
Outsmart, out heart, and out grind you
Out shine you with the torch that was given to me
Torches are not passed to the bastards of the little league