Incoming transmission...
[TAKASHI]
Uhh... What...
Now that I got your attention this gives me time to mention
I am a k**er, the a**asinator of convention
Intoxicated off the beat, no need for intervention
I'm Takashi Sotomiya, how you doin' nice to see ya
Gimme and inch and I lyrically chop you with a millimeter (bow)
Haters be counting their steps like a walkman
I'm going up to the sky, I be beanstalking
I'm flyer than a jet all haters get the jet lag
I'm k**ing all the critics, go figure carrying toe tags
[TSUZURYU]
I'm the suburban lyrical rapping freak
I'm revelating, call it player chic
If I were to hit you with a nickel bag of swag
Would you turn the other cheek?
And I absolutely don't give a what
Like the opposite interjection
Better go to English cla**, make connection
See how I taught a little segment there?
While other rappers talking noise in the air
So pull up a pad and pull up a chair
And there ain't no fighting, ain't no cussin'
I cure a puncture wound with a bottle of Robitussin
And I got therapeutic flows, witch doctor already know
Ice on my neck and my lyrics so cold like Nitrogen and icy slopes
You rap like me, no time to rap slow
Like other dudes and their mediocre flows
[TAKASHI]
Yo, you got beef?
Your rhymes are too sloppy, syllable jockey (yup)
Think you cold? The venom you spit, I don't copy (nope)
Live together, rap alone, Takashi k**ing
The haters without camaraderie, why do you insist to bother me?
Don't wanna deal in misadventures of a wordsmith
Flows are out of practice, we sleep on y'all like mattresses
It's immaculate, how your flow is inadequate
Everybody mad I go ham and you just a bacon strip
You won't school me, forget about it, Amnesia
Bruh, all I see are squares in the game, it's Minesweeper
[TSUZURYU]
Well I've never!
Lyrical tactician on a mission, lyrical homicides, you wanna cop a listen?
I'm a mortician, practitioner of knocking your radar out of position
Split you like a juice cut, partition. You can't cut the Capri-Sunny D
Isn't it a little bit gutsy stepping to me? Step back, it ain't your season
Beyond a reason I am out of my seat and administer a beating to those who start steamin'
Don't start none, won't be none, please, son. Stoop dominion, swag legion
Boy, you got moxie, stepping to me with the ill will, I'm in it to up-build
So give it a minute I'll detox a g of the hypocrisy
And it's aristocracy of flows, the lowly schmoe has got to go
So bye-bye Takashi and hit the road
[TAKASHI]
You got a d**h wish!
Enough with all of the talk about up-building
I ain't feeling it, (nope) you ain't lyrically k**ing it
You ain't even scratched the surface, you're worthless
So try me and wind up face down in the dirt... It's
Heavily worded murder of lyrical sorts, youngun
You write a book report, youngun
Hot enough to knock the sweater off of Paul Bunyan
Forget your peace summit, Asterisk will keep coming
Out with hits with the streets and elites from it
It's really something, remain under us, Tsuzuryu
Or keep trying, you just gon' make it fun for us
[TSUZURYU]
Leading the attack, so you better step back. Nobody can label the music and that's a fact
Fashionable kid wrapped in enigmatic flows, ecstatic though
So I'm like a Liberace le Fibonacci. The remedials talking 'bout a new Bugatti
They're basic in a world of fraudulence, the ignorant Asterisk is talking nonsense
It's like a mediocrity contest, and I condone losing
There's knowledge and what you choose to do with it, who do you think you're fooling?
You're a nuisance, and the people of Underscore will prove it
No stacks, no clips and no whips, just acumen of a high a**ortment
When you can't relate to your people you become boring
So we cut away all the flash, that's what it means to be Underscoring... Tsuzuryu!
[GUEST]
Uhh... alright, I get that much about you, but what do you stand for?
[LIL KYDD]
Oh I-I stand for Asterisk Underscore. It's a movement of mine. Don't worry I'm getting to that
[GUEST]
Wait, what's that?
[LIL KYDD]
Asterisk Underscore. Asterisk, the riches. Underscore, the rags. Two sides of me. Two sides of society