i bring this crass brass and just blast masses
scratch wax, i pack smashed glass
if you need a little needle in the stack ask
hashtagging it #fastcash
'til i'm blue label, fat cask
i turn tables, i rap vast
you want plat status, well yak yak
you trash bags are falling ass flat
i make mad dashes, slash gashes
bat masterfully, cap matches
hat backwards, head light years ahead
i make tracks like rash classics
flashbacks of brash splashes with rat packs
grass stashes turned mashed ash
last laughs inside of gas masks
but i passed class, i'm a class act
taskmaster and i snap flack
thrash chaps, i could run the game, halfback
moving dollars like nasdaq
underscored it with a laugh track
but i'm past that, trapped cats
they had golden grills and i spat plaque
and those wack acts, the newjack brats
they couldn't hack that, sat tapped
and that's that, i don't lack tack
i paint with words, basquiat
bask in the light of this flash rap
my place, we get bass jacked
matter of fact, that's a shake shack
way back, my habitat has been boom bap,
kick clap, stacks of wax on that slipmat
lashing sass the adat assassin
no slack, pal, it's like that
i make tracks wild, it's like that
i make clean schemes
sweet beats
it's the bee's knees
i sweep feet
believe me
playing nice scenes
to these rice queens
that's a meat & greet
lean machine
i breed mean routines
and stream like a speed demon
on a caffeine bean
heat the screen's sheen
i don't need sleep
why would i?
i'm living these dreams, chief
tango to fandango
this slang got sugar like a mango
bang shows with no bango
i slam those and it's rammed joe
twang honed like a banjo
produced with an ear like van gogh
i lay it all out, commando
but i still stay fly like lando
with this brass
