You will not be able to stay home, brother
(Ayo, welcome to Generation Wavy, yo)
The revolution will not be televised
Ayo, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ayo, the motherfuckin' monster is back
Blow for blow, handin' out these deadly heart attacks
My Asian brothers are dealin' out a heavy game
We don't want fame, it's either slay or be slain, we're fuckin' insane
The Wu-Tang is in my essence
Since I was an adolescent
I've gone through many lessons
Guess you could call me restless
Now, bitch don't act pretentious
You actin' like a princess
My bars are extensive, extending long as my list of exes
I'm part of a generation today that's super wavy
1998 to 2000, we're super babies
Say goodbye to the mumble rap, that shit is fading
I'm bringing boom bap back with five Asians on it
Our sound travels from Jersey to Boston to Philly
We're not in this game to make a killin', but a steady livin'
Spittin' is all we know, sunk low, but I stand on my toes
I blow like a missile, so I'ma pass it to JERIKO
Rapper to rapper
Pass the mic, malady
JERIKO hitting hard, spitting bars, call it a mayday
Boutta medicate, gotta better way
To play with all my victims
Pick 'em up, and hit 'em with another bar
And they addicted, damn
What the hell do I know?
All we do is study and learn how to play the piano
Make your daddy proud, and I grew up phD, doctor
I got a big dream to be rapping big steak and lobster, mmh
This big dream that I carry right in my bloodstream
With the five, we carry the one theme
Got a rapper theme, with the shared blood
Same dream, same blood
Brotherhood like strong wood
Share the pain, we all withstood
Gotta be there for them when they could
It's time to pass the mic on
Passin' on the verse so that my man could hit a punchline like Tyson
Lights on, focus on the rapper like a python watching prey
Lil Guac, spit fire while the mic on
I disclose what we say, never tell no bitch one thing
Looking out window, world is saved, paramount to one thing
Do you really understand what they sayin'?
Or are you just nodding your head, getting fucked on the bed?
Eating gravy, shit ain't wavy, bitch
You'll never surmount to be no king in this fucked up world
Stop meeting all those fucked up girls
You're really gonna making me freakin' hurl, for real
All my bad dawgs got good pearls
Drivin' 'round, they got their own perils
With the Maisons, almost got me real thorough
Lookin' through the computer screen
I lost my friends and my care, and everything else
But the night, I don't really see it, the light
But I'm blind sighted by The Blind Side movie about the black guy
Yeah, that was dope
But you know, I just started the fire
Don't wanna be just a buyer
Be a little bit rough with the tires
Just wanna be with you, I'm dire, what's up?
I don't know, chromosomes
C'est la vie, Caressone
Call the phone
I just go when I'm on
And I sourced really good matcha
You know, there are many grades of matcha
The most- the highest, are too expensive
Produces a state of relaxed alertness
So it doesn't have the jangling effect of coffee (Yo, yo)
The wavy opus (Uh)
Showing you all what dope is (Uh)
Leaving you hopeless, frozen
Dozing in your grave with a dozen roses (Yeah, yeah)
As the end slowly approaches
Wonderin' if anyone'll notice
Guess you should've thought
And not messed with our hidden lotus (Nope)
No need to focus
I'm like LeBron when he's practicing making his free throws (Swish)
It's on sale, 100% off when I just go in and free flow
I'm R.I.C.O. combined with Gambino and all the Migos
I'm fly as hell, these other struggle rappers are mosquitos
It's my ethos to go and maintain my rule on the beats
You want the throne? (What?)
But you acting like a fool, take a seat
I conditioned myself to keep cool in the heat (Aye)
Now anywhere I go, my mind's on the pool or the beach (Yeah, yeah)
Taking my time in my headspace
And I've had some revelations lately
Gimme a decade to rock the whole nation
And I'll have been the Asian Jay-Z
All the other ones with too much doubt and hesitation hate me
Watch the tides change when I come 'round with Generation Wavy
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You will not be able to stay home, brother
The revolution will not be televised