Blue to Red, I’m talking magic not banging
Nova Blade, I’m back on the track, slinging that slang
n*ggas was talkin’ sh*t 'bout I only kill it on nerd sh*t
But I am my own genre so I say that I deserve it
Bare witness, like strippin’ naked in court
To the one fated to blaze every rapper cuz I’m the sport
Told em before I Tony Hawk every track I get on
Son is a murder minstrel, a bard of putting this sh*t on
That’s enough though, you cats got a lot to learn
Trying to front like you hardbody you do not concern
Tachikawa, we bring it cuz we official
We’re lyrics over your feelings like f*ck em because they b*tchmode
Yo, I’m the sh*t though, samurai in demeanor
But ninja in execution, I swear that I’m the solution
I’m tired of your noise pollution, eat a di*k, die and disappear
Sono nama shine, good riddance faggot you’re outta here
But no hard feelings, it’s strictly for the music
Swear to god I liked you better on your shiny suit sh*t
I’mma be spittin’ this overkill until I’m toothless
They gon' call me the Sage of Rap and ask for my tutelage
And you with your dumb-sounding baby’s first rap
Getting curved hard by every thirst trap
You look at your life, realize that you was never really worth crap
Go on amazon, buy a farm and catch a dirt nap
Reporting live from the bars of death at 6
There’s a man with a vocabulary callin’ in a hit
On the status quo and he’s here to change the game for the better
Puttin’ fake sh*t on trial like Espella Cantabella
He’s known to carry a mic like it’s a katana
He nicknamed it Muramasa and wields it when he gets hostile
He gave us an statement from him to read on the feed
It says “You have 1 year to shape up and follow my lead”
Nova Blade