Wasabi (feat. FriendlyFire)

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