Текст песни Lyrical Karate - Sasquatch Josh

I got hit by the contact, now the cars all packed
I torch these tools to show you what I got on wax
You bad Xanny dealer, you ain′t got bars like that
The car tunes slam in ya head, you seeing stars like that
You acting like an asshole, then you have to cancel
I'm putting characters in boxes like I′m drawing comic panels
While I'm sharpening my brand still. Stick it on the anvil
You can get ya mans killed; just need a spot I can chill
I make my way between the Zae and 916
Making flocks of groupies out of these high strung chicks
She giving me the eye saying "I want dick"
They rip the spliff and get high as shit in like 1 hit
These punches knock ya block off, you finna' die from fists
Get rid of that tough guy act you trying to size up with
When that nose spray atchu homie I′m just sick
You got no business with the circle that I′m up in

I'm feeling like a merk, cause killing what my job be
Pen game is insane and slaughtering a hobby
People seen me rocking when they caught me in the lobby
I be rolling through ya spot G, kicking Lyrical Karate

All these haters talking, cause all they shorties jock me
Got the fire green, but nah it ain′t wasabi
I roll up on ya posse and ya boy is catching bodies
You do a lot of talking but no Lyrical Karate

I put in plenty time, while on a steady grind
Killing kids, rolling underground like Pennywise
Lift em off the ground with the fist, now thats pretty fly
Rip stages of many kinds, nowheresville to city life
Just trying to spread the hype and get the scene on lock
You get these hands for a snack... thats a cheeto chop
Feel like father time with the way I clean your clock
Scythe Note run this piece homie, we don't stop!
Who really think that I′m joking? My schedule can be open
Take flight to take flight on an opponent when I'm just rollin to roast em
Who wanna see who the GOAT is? Never been going this focused
Going unnoticed by foes until bro gets his throat slit
Rip ya team up like Frieze pride like Vegeta nobody meaner
Bars like squeezing machine guns leavin em cold with the heater
The zingers are stingers ready to feed on the weaker
You weak nerds shouldn′t be so eager to deal with the reaper

I'm feeling like a merk, cause killing what my job be
Pen game is insane and slaughtering a hobby
People seen me rocking when they caught me in the lobby
I be rolling through ya spot G, kicking Lyrical Karate

All these haters talking, cause all they shorties jock me
Got the fire green, but nah it ain't wasabi
I roll up on ya posse and ya boy is catching bodies
You do a lot of talking but no Lyrical Karate