Navagnaes & ZENSEI - Friction lyrics

[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!