Wasabi ft. FriendlyFire Lyrics

Still they keep bragging, they mismatch it

I detach 'em

I got tentacle limbs, like I was the Kraken

I got impeccable steeze, I do not need practice

Still they keep on bragging

How they fugazi their damn status

While I keep at it, the weight on my back

Like I was the Atlus

Final boss of the rap shit, I got it tatted

I got it slapping with pen and pad

I'm a damn addict

It got me higher than shit that you keep in your attic

Go on a hate it, they call me corny

I couldn't care

With braided hair while i'm out in public

They all stare

Think i'm causing trouble or something

Because they all scared

Judging me for way that I look, they couldn't prepare

For how I am, to know me they never wanna know

Cause nowadays we rather message on smart phones

Pick apart foes in the mic booth, with my flows

Got 'em hanging onto my joints, like elbows

Talk that they talk

It be toxic, no lie

To tell you the truth I don't fuck

With these guys

Talk that they talk

It be toxic, no lie

To tell you the truth I don't fuck

With you guys

Not a rapper that I hear nowadays making sense

2012 I grabbed a pad and I haven't stopped since

Jumping on a fad that'll never make ends meet

Toss 'em to the sharks while we rapping

It's a frenzy

Tank I got is large and I go until it's empty

100 times harder like the legs of a centipede

The way we work

We the meanest on planet earth

Jacket some hyenas, defeating these rappers, don't rehearse

They don't mean it, they really not killers on a verse

Mafia some gorillas they leaving here in a hearse

Seeing how they switch and they changing up like a purse

Cause they see they couldn't beat us

At utilising these verbs and nouns

Hold it down, damn I got it shut down

Trip Jacket Mafia, the illest in town

Slip up and I mark ya

Yeah, you can ask around

Who the realest with the sound

And it's me they boutta tell ya

No Doubt

Oh shit, sorry, sorry

We're not done, there's more?

No, it's a mistake, sorry

Come through i'm a killer with mass intellect

I'm spitting at 'em with bars

They're so venomous

They try to tell me they hard

But they ain't doing shit

While I ain't driving no cars

I drive space ships

They so basic, DNA couldn't trace me

Wavier than the navy on any beat that they play me

No saving me, i'mma let them take me

Taking me to places that darker

Than what your brain sees

When you sleep at night

Incinerate these mics

There ain't no peace, we fight

And they just all oblige

Governments and rich pricks, don't know shit

They wanna talk about cars, and cool whips

Ain't one of you guys, i'm cool with

So it don't come as surprise, when tool hits

And you won't leave with your life in this bull pit

And i'm just building my mind, no tool kits