[Intro: ZENSEI]
Blackout (2x)
[Verse 1: navagnaes]
Whaaaaaat
I spit fire, lit higher than Rich Pryor
And I'm just letting out steam, like a slit tire
The fakest hoes get exposed like stripped wire
All you, I call you my ex 'cause you're a b**h liar
I'm not hard, but you're soft as a high-pitched choir
Started from the top, I started off as a dish dryer
Okay, so you say you started off as a fish fryer
As in fish scale, and got rich as a brick buyer
All that matters is what you print in that thick flyer
If you wanna be ill, or just a sick crier
If you're gonna be real, or just fib try-er
ZENSEI and I are here to inspire an empire
Guns are for pussies, we carry big pliers
And Swiss knives to get like Mike, as in Myers
Slice slice, while grinning like freaking Cheshires
The way we cut these tracks anyone listening admires
[Chorus]
Navagnaes: ZENSEI and I are about to rub two sticks together
ZENSEI: and create fire in the middle of the winter weather
Navagnaes: and then retire after we've been doing this forever
ZENSEI: we've been this clever
Way before we started this endeavor
Navagnes: after we put out the latest
I hope they find a reason to sue us
ZENSEI: 'cause that means that we made it
Navagnaes: let's get a**a**inated
Just to prove it to ourselves, right?
ZENSEI: 'cause you know they only cap the greatest
[Verse 2: ZENSEI]
Now while we're issuing disses
I'll have a tryst with your misses
She straight surrendered her britches
I make her scream something vicious
Feelings? she catch 'em, like fishes
I'm cooking grub you're on dishes
Since birth I've been mad ambitious
I've got goals, you've got wishes
High octane since I escaped from the womb
Explosive so look out I could be blowing up soon
I've felt the real pain
To your bullsh** I'm immune
Red pill Neo, you know there is no spoon
I'm a blue blooded Leo got the pride on my back, mane
Leading the pack
Ready for any attack
Through any phase of the moon
Wax or wane
I'm bad baby
(life in the fast lane)
If only that's how the cash came
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: navagnaes]
Friction is our mission to create with hard diction
Dipping the s**m inside of the egg, Carl Fischin'
Listen to verses we make up, iHeart Fiction
We're gettin' high, you're just gettin' by star-wishin'
Bars kickin' like a little kid on a big bike
Picking words like he walked in the store to pick Nike
My dick and testicles resembles a sick trike
And now I make women strip with my Magic Mike
It's tight, like labia lips of a thick dyke
Watch me flip the script like when it's Tina's turn to hit Ike
Or when I turn the bottle upside down to down my sixth Vic
sh**'s like missing in my brain, it took a quick hike
But I incite even the deaf with depth and insight
Get it? Without hearing, how can I give you insight?
If you're blind to depth in the mind and find nothing in sight
To excite you, you must be dumb with nothing in psyche!