Verse 1 My name set in stone like my legacy An author, a poet, a prophet like god sent for me A mics greatest enemy Punishing rappers every chapter as a kid Like a wordsmith I was meant to be Fighting foes as my destiny Streets are a nemesis to supremacists Yet out here they harmless like sesame The crete and tar is a friend of me I make cynics believe And leave the satisfied in jealousy That's why I'm cla**ified a mastermind allegedly Qualified at causing havoc When I die they'll call it panic Just not the same when I'm gone Say what you want Regardless, my name will live on Hook x2 Note this I'm the next goat Born and loyal to the west coast Got something that the best don't Work hard when the rest won't I'm super Human Fatal to mics and I k** the great ones Chopped um up and ate thum (low voice) Hate it or love it but I'm a Microphone supervillain Verse 2 I'm like Norman Osborn When I was born I was more than god was I made Spider Man suicidal Like a supervillain I be k**in idols f**ed up my rivals Bring fear to their eyeballs Aim for the highbar Mixed colors like inside I'm piebald Tryhard think I'm low key? I'm Loki b**h, O.G I can take a hit like an oak tree Push to start like we got no keys ‘bout time you bow down on both knees you can joke about it But when sh** gets real you's a choke artist Victim of combat fatigue Hawkgirl ain't coming back to the Justice League Are you naive? When we show up it's best you leave Either way we toast to your d**h like it's New Year's Eve So rest in peace to another mic deceased And b**h, we ain't faking sh**s legit We ain't pretending We condescending This ain't a comic book, no happy ending Hook x2 Verse 3 Thinking of the masterplan in my mind Mastermind in disguise Faster than can be timed A defined state of mind undefined to mankind Light years ahead of my time like I'm at an unknown galaxy Microphone calamity Shatter the edge of reality past the point of mortality I'm like kryptonite I got a diss to write so don't miss the fight 187 on mics everyday of my life Smooth operator call me Don Juan Denominator same as on top I'm one of one accept it Cunning, dishonest, deceptive Always the same objective Perfect the beat then inject it with lyrics perfected Often neglected yet widely accepted I'm a microphone fiend like Rakim and Eric B Got a k**er inside me like a barbaric banshee Got a handshake to match me Like I just won a formula one Grand Prix Don't break a sweat I do it with ease Wasabi's reporting for duty, so microphones rest in peace Hook x2 k**in mics Ayyyy Twenty fourteen Cold Blood Wasabi out here Yall ready know we k**in dem mics Ayyy lez go Hook x2