Gen Z: Job 15
1Then Eliphaz the Temanite popped off and said,
2Should a wise dude drop empty knowledge and fill his vibes with the east wind?
3Should he chat with sus talk? or with words that don’t do any good?
4For real, you just ditch fear and hold back prayers before God.
5Your mouth spills your iniquity, and you pick the rizz of the crafty.
6Your own mouth is throwing shade at you, not me: your lips are testifying against you, fr.
7Are you the OG man that was born? or were you around before the hills?
8Have you heard the secrets of God? and do you keep all that wisdom to yourself?
9What do you know that we don’t? what do you understand that’s not in us?
10We got both the gray-haired and super old heads here, way older than your pops.
11Are the vibes from God lowkey weak for you? Any secret tea you got?
12Why’s your heart acting up? And what are your eyes lowkey checking out?
13You really gonna turn your spirit against God and let those words slide outta your mouth?
14What’s up with man, thinking he can be clean? Like, just 'cause he’s born from a woman, he’s righteous?
15For real, He doesn’t even trust His saints; the heavens ain't even clean in His eyes.
16How much more sus and filthy is man, chugging down sin like it’s water?
17I’m about to spill the tea; listen up, and I’ll share what I’ve seen.
18Wise peeps have dropped this knowledge from their pops, and they ain’t keeping it on the low.
19The earth was given to them alone, and no outsiders were vibing with them.
20The wicked dude is always in pain, and the years he’s got are a total mystery to the oppressor.
21The vibes are off; he hears some scary stuff, and when things are chill, the destroyer rolls up on him.
22He’s in denial, thinking he won’t bounce back from the darkness, and the sword is just waiting for him, no cap.
23He’s out here looking for food like, "Where’s the bread at?" but knows the dark times are coming for him.
24Trouble and stress got him shook; they’re coming for him like a king ready to pop off.
25He’s throwing shade at God and flexing against the Almighty, like that’s gonna work.
26He charges at him, going straight for the neck, hitting hard like he’s got some serious rizz.
27He’s hiding his face in his own fat, stacking up the rolls like it’s a buffet.
28He’s living in ghost towns and empty houses, just waiting to be piles of rubble, fr.
29Dude’s not gonna be rich; his stuff isn’t sticking around, and he can’t keep the good life going on this earth.
30He won’t escape the darkness; the flames are gonna dry up his vibes, and he’ll fade away with just a breath.
31Don’t let the fooled trust in fake stuff; that fake vibe gonna be their karma.
32It’s gonna hit different before they’re ready, and their branch ain’t gonna be lit.
33They gonna shake off their whack grapes like a vine, and ditch their flowers like an olive.
34The squad of fakes gonna be empty, and fire gonna roast the tents of the shady.
35They cookin’ up trouble, spitting out fake vibes, and their gut’s all about deceit.