Fresh Product

If you want something fresh then I've got that product
Rap game's finest, it's time for me to own up
These people ain't halfway even testing me
Gimmie one chance, I'll mark them with my weaponry

Yeah
Now I ain't here to make friends. Uh uh
I'm here to disappear all of my so called peers
Cos I don't like em one bit, nah I don't like em at all
So every time that I spit, I'm feelin' to kill em all
Bun em down. Bun em down
I'm running sounds through the underground till I reach my mother's town
Shout out to Assab. Massawa
Every time you amp me up I get louder
And every time I write a rhyme it's impeccable
Meticulous selection of words for me to send to you
I hope you hear em
Got em bagged up on blocks, come cop that hope we're dealing

Yeah
Now I ain't here to make friends. Not with this lot
Not focusing on honing in your skills was never hip hop
Went to Deal Real at fifteen and it got ripped up
Twice. I'm nice on the mic. Ask Kanye, this kid's hot
And ask Jay-Z while you're at it
He'll tell you with a pen I conjure Asiatic Blackness
I think maybe I was crafted, as a crazy form of practice
When you give Shady Aftermath to a black kid
Who was raised on an estate, blazed in Camden
Give him an eager brain and have him take place in ----
Placate his taste for plays and classics
By spending days in basements making magic

I'm too raw
Yeah yeah. I'm too raw

Scribble a rapper away if they mention me
This is the hottest thing made since My Melody