Blue to Red, I’m talking magic not banging
Nova Blade, I’m back on the track, slinging that slang
N***as was talkin’ shit 'bout I only kill it on nerd shit
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 shit 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 fuck em because they bitchmode
Yo, I’m the shit though, samurai in demeanor
But ninja in execution, I swear that I’m the solution
I’m tired of your noise pollution, eat a dick, 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 shit
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 shit 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