Ea-Nasir, 
you think I'm some Walmart shopper?
This some hoe-grade copper, 
None'ld touch this heart stopper"

Damn, 
I had agreed to exchange this for silver, 
but now I feel pilfered, my trade is ill-fared

I sent my messenger you didn't listen to a single whisper
To Utu I write this tablet out of final diss-pair
To dispel the myth that your trade is the shit, aite?
You bronze-cel bitch, you'll fade like the Hittites

You better gimme what you owe me
Or your bones will build my ziggurat 
The name is Nanni, 
I can turn into a psychopath

this business stopped being funny
I'll go to the throne, where the manager at
4000 years later, u still gettin doxxed by gen z
this the worst trade deal, that's forever a fact

Bronze Age Type Beat - Sub-Par Copper

The Great Gabby