Lyrics For Newest Wave By Mass The Difference Ft Jay Hood x Una Rams
verse 1
I’m tapping ass like the T in Lerato was silent
I’m finna smash like I’m asleep with the stars, I’m a comet
A shooting star, I’m in my season
This spot see I’m hot in
As in a star my rappin’ is fire, I’m honest
Came out the dirt shit, motherfucking zombie
The words I’m steady spitting
Make you think I’m dabbing Gandhi
Look, spirit of truth, even haters can’t deny me
I got he juice and they just sipping on my line
Modimo ke kopa o ba thuse
They can’t kick it with my rhyming
The skill is supernatural
Cadence, not a manual
Automatic fire, I’m killing
There’s nothing prior or after
The newest wave, critical disaster
We making sure that the game behaves
Pity for your masters
I’m making sure that the game is caged
You see, my master was making sure that the game is saved
I hope you bought it and never asked for the change again
We’re here now, you’re supposed to…
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verse 2
I hope you bought it
I wrote it and then recorded and sold it
Rappers is hopeless
And this is the time to focus, we’re here
We be the coaches, they’re playing games
No more vultures this year
This is the culture
You lazy rapper is dying with fear
I grew up different we was damaged by the system
So these niggas that was pimping
I roll with them when they drinking
I was ten years and they still crying same tears
Scribble scrabble, I’m throwing jabs on your lyrics, tickle
It’s not the reason I’m laughing
You’re just a fucking joke
They dubbing me the season’s assassin
I had no fucking hope
How many bars did Cass come across
I was too fucking dope
How many rappers suffered a loss
Man, I could never choke
I will never leave the microphone
I’mma die in my zone
Probably dying rapping or acting, I can’t have it
You’ll probably die rapping or camping your lame habits
You never been famished
I’m hungry, the pain damaged the boy
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verse 3
I’m underrated but my bars are overrated
Copy and paste it
Probably stay in the mic until I’m celebrated
Judging from my past
I think it’s safe to say I finally made it
But it’s kinda tricky
My occupation still complicated
I heard my nigga Mac just graduated, no offense
But I don’t need some paper to tell me how educated I am
Doing this shit for the fam
Don’t act like you don’t know who I am
You only go hard on the gram
I hop on the beat and I make it a classic
A lyric assassin, pour in the gas
You know that I’m driven by passion
You niggas below the standard
Like, cava the talent
Me and my boys are fighting the masses
I wasn’t good at mathematics
But you on top of me cannot happen
It’s an improper fraction
chorus