[Verse 1 - MC Dask]
I write with bright wit
I keep my niceness in my right fist
'cause it's what I fight with
But that sh** might miss so I stay frontin
You say something to try and test my brain function
And gain nothing
Now I'm aiming for the top of your neck
Don't want your respect
So you feel it when I pa** like the Doppler effect
Rejuvenate the game like a potion
Most men only flow sick for a quotient
But no sh**? I'm so swift and flow with emotion
We got a problem?
Na men I'm a nom them dudes like ramen and bomb em
Similar to Bin Laden
I've been rhyming happily but now I have to be
Dastardly 'cause these cats are after me for my masterpiece
Ya this 6'2 sick dude will rip you and issue damages to your tissue
Should you misuse your diss tools
So try and save face for name sake
And stay safe in the same place ya dang waste
All these cats are faking hard
Beating me stays out of the question like quotation marks
I'm chasing hearts, and hit it with the force of Riddick
You'll know in a minute what it's like for kids to get ridiculed
So yo I'm actin typical to any rapper difficult
You're standing over me? Na man, I think that it's reciprocal
[Verse 2- Sammy J]
To the cannibals defacing me you better eat hastily
So once you eat down to my ankles you can taste defeat
That's sick yo I spit flows and x O's like tic toe
I dropped the tack because I'm sharp like that
See I'm a legend on the console like that dude who's grips the master blade
Spitting at faster pace than when you f**ers masturbate
Or I can go slow like disaster aid
But I choose to lacerate any wack MC that pa**ed the blame
And started dropping immature sh** like, ya a** was eight
See, all you got in this world is your balls like this was cast-away
I've come to save the day.......see that's why I grabbed a cape
I ain't fly I gravitate so I'm still up, up, and away
My kryptonite is weed and drank and lastly pain
But even if I ain't plastered like walls after disasters
I'll put you a** first in a black hearse with the latch turned
If I catch you spittin those wack words, you ba*tards
f** it, wherever hip-hop heads ima a hip-hop head
Since the day that big and pac caught lead and dropped dead
You joke puppet rappers “I k** you” like akhmed
Got so many different flows, I can be your WHOLE top ten
But I won't stop then I'm just warming cause your corny sh** ain't poppin
Get it. Ayo son, I spit sharp like a blow gun but my flow's young
So go run, fore my flow grows up spits fire and blows up
My flow's nuts like I'm menstruating cashews
Catch men saying achu. I bless you if you need me to, dude
You can catch me in the smashed booth with the cracked roof
[Verse 3 - Tommy T]
Who am I? Can't tell, let me ponder for a second
Tommy T is all about the beat and the blessing
Vocals interesting raised on tv a nestling
Now I'm in the booth testing the best thing
The west sings through me enchanting alluring
Indie rap steeze just a tad bit enduring
Ensuring a sure thing when you've already lost
Make sure you save the game when you reach the final boss
My name is Larry no Tommy T is more appropriate
Film school kids can't dissect my frame rate
Equations mathematics protractors and adaptors
Young black and handsome not a half bad rapper
Your girlfriend ain't coming home this evening
I gave her RnR she don't need another reason
Yes she loves my bed like reverse home alone
Repping all my dudes locked up in the friend zone
Mindless I am however x is infinity
I know I talk white but I'm sure that you're into me
AP is drastic flow bombastic
Call me fantastic lyrical black magic
Christ like confidence catch up to my accomplishments
I'm the reason why the word hipster is a compliment
Walking on the wrong side never worn tie dye
Blacker than a supernova backwords so fly
f** last year this is me with optimism
They're sick of my emissions yo he's spitting with precision
Wisdom intricate technically intimidate
I'm close to infinite but not quite into it