Dojo (feat. Yzal the Praxis)

[Verse 1]: Yzal the Praxis
I'm at the dojo sitting Indian style
I still sound like Meech or you feeling me now
I'm after bowser
Like peach
I'm Mario
That's a Reach
Wit them pigs throwing shells
You niggas killing me now
Woooow
I'm still the odd one out
Like ob-ject-vices
Leave goals inna sound
& the concept is I'm the illest all around
But the object is
Put it down put it down
Wrapping a masterpiece
I'm master blaster to deez rappers
Put the body in a sheath
I cloak out
Wit the robe
I'm Hiding like HP
But riding like Dirty Dee
But you know the Praxeye
Slide by inna jeep
But the way I drop bodies
Like you ain't seen a beast
1 on 1 that's a body
I promise you'll meet defeat
I'm wildin when on a beat
But still expect Peace & Love
Afros & hair grease

[Verse 2]: Nafets
Everybody wanna be on what we on
Everybody wanna sing they little songs
But they got it all wrong I don't really think they know
I'm all alone checking phones
And i'm really never home
Leave a message at the tone if I know you
Why you interrupt me in my dojo?
You don' know?
That I'ma ghost and I don't show up in your photos
I've had it with these bozos
Texting me after the fact
Like where were you when I was actually murking these tracks
So why do you wanna tell me how I should react?
The world full of wannabes and I don't wanna be that
You better get those bookings homie gimme that cash
And here my city at?
Wait god damn it I don't have one
Still finna fuck the world be safe
Wear a magnum
Still turning rappers into Jackson Pollack splatters
Then I feed 'em to they fans
And take a selfie with 'em after