Gumbo (x6)

Incomparable a linguist, incredible by general consensus/

Competitors need medical assistance (uh!)/

Either you folks are that — or you have more balls than motion capture artists/

You're wack, regardless/

Personas you copied from cinemas, opulent lyrics, that's hardly convincin/

I'll not be subjected to audio enema/

Songs bout thots and how you knockin boots, how bout the truth/

Last time you've seen a box was watchin Doctor Who?/

Ya dude is god on records, I'm omnipresent

They want the raw and you the wrong contestant/

I'm ill you convalescent, for real/

Focused on clothes and wheels, no growth in skills/

I eat performers like Jonah Hill at a Kona Grill, I should be told to [chill]/

Dat Piff, Average tat's, chicks pants that you can't fit/

Flourescant hat look like youre cast in a dance flick [uh!]/

Dressed as an extra from Step It Up

Fingerless leather gloves pretend you tough/

An ethnic Bender from Breakfast Club/

Talentless backpackers/

With wack, half-assed multi-syllabic rap patterns I cant stand em/

No survival against me/

Shitty ass rap hands recitin your sixteens, I'm Tyson, you Mitch Green/

My reigns illustrious/

Stages buckle as the bass reverberate percussions

Immolate you fuckers, your pain is sustenance/

I don't engage in tusslin 'les it pertains to justice/

My bo's IPOs , we can trade in public/

Became accustomed to the grind amidst the rigorous tours/

The way I stitch together rhymes should be considered couture/

Consign my shit at Ferragamo at their principal store/

COVID virus, **** droppin like their signal is poor/

Suffocated over loosies, bigots shooting church

Black students merked/

Life is a Martin Scorsese movie we just moolies, incongruent worth/

Seldom see the credit, this shit push me to the edge, but this is Uzi Vert (yah! yah!)/

You lil Best Rapper List is trash, I glimpsed and laughed/

[Bars] on other **** tabs I'll whip they ass/

They dont want no smoke, they pray to god their smog emissions passed/

Fictitious illicit past; quips about flippin packs is a friggin sham/

You have a bigger chance hitting a homer with a bowling ball and a whiffle bat

You bout to learn physics fast/

I'm trucking through you **** like a... literal truck through a scrimmage match. A bunch of bamas scattered over crimson grass/

I'm on a roll, Hannibal of Carthage shares a common goal to accurately describe my dominance, you need a monocle/

Becoming famous means the sunken place then I dont wanna make it/

Fuck david clark, donald trump and every other racist/

Black fist raises.... batshit crazy I should scrap Dick Grayson/

Rap Fred Hampton, couple black list placements/

Levitation, save the questions for the press engagements ..**** uh/

Gumbo(x8)

It's laughable. “Tyraid, how come you don't have any features,” it's because these **** are insecure.

They look at themselves like food. It don't matter the genre — it don't matter how different they are they all go in the same bowl. 

Voracious appetite.

I send, they run. They see themselves as food, it's not my fault. 

[Laughs]

I might even leave a tip after this one. [Laughs]