Wasabi

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