Nasty

Straight venom
Nothing but the best, set it off right
with a mic check (mic check)
Like that
No sidetracks, I won’t get trapped in the cul-de-sacs
The coldest facts that you know of, ice pack & a zoloft
No love if your style jacked - if you
Wanna blend in with the pack
Take this from that -
Nothing left in to extract
Got nothing against theft, man listen
Connect the dots then insert your vision
This my mission
no intermission
just wish I could rid my inhibitions - like this
Freeing my mind, with a mic I’m a psychiatrist
Feeling alive when I vibe right, so I might just bust rhymes and write so many times til I fry my wrist
But

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks
Man

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks

If you got soul like me
You’ve got a stolen I.D.
Think you can roll like me
But you’ve got no idea

Straight venom
When I’m gonna hit em.
Every second depends on the rhythm
I’m switching it up
Just an eruption
Or killing spree
I mix the madness with villainy
Listen & get on my vibe - like
This is that shit that your mind - might
Really get into, the time’s right
All about now fuck the hind-sight

Fasten your seat, this is an acid trip,
I be so wavy you can’t micromanage it,
tip of the top on the top of the trash heap shit
I be so classy but still I’m the nastiest

Who got the style & is like me
(No-one)
Everyone taking it lightly
Most tryna to boast I suppose that it’s likely
If not that, I don’t know what it might be
(So)

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks
Man

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks

If you got soul like me
You got a stolen i.d.
Think you can roll like me
But you’ve got no idea