Lap Project Clash

Lyrics

Verse 1
Tom the cat, I step clean, claws bright
You come in soft, I bring the whole night
Sitich, you stitched up, built in a lap
Toy room trophy, you ain’t built for this scrap

I pounce with the grin, make the whole room spin
You look like a rerun that never should’ve been
Tiny blue trouble, but the bark don’t bite
I turn your pride to dust in the spotlight

You all patched up, but the seams still show
I’m the one they remember when the insults go
You got big talk for a little cartoon
I leave you folded by the end of the tune

(What now?)
I own this lane
You chase my tail, I keep the crown the same

Verse 2
Hold up, Tom, you really talking that trash?
Jerry beat you up, left your ego in the ash
I thought it was cat chase mouse, not the other way around
You got swung by a grin and got dragged through town

Now you want smoke with me? Man, please
You got knocked out cold by a cheese-scent breeze
And you just a sad cartoon, all drama, no threat
A bruised-up punchline with a busted-up set

I’m the one that they watch when the room gets mean
You the sound of a crash in a broken routine
You hiss and you flail, then you fall to the floor
I’m still standing tall when they ask for more

(Yeah, I said it)
You got no spine
Tom, you a joke and I’m the punchline

Verse 3
Now it’s my turn, I’m back on the prowl
You talk real loud for a stitched-up foul
Lap project? Nah, I’m a legend in frame
Every kid knows Tom by the scar and the shame

Jerry got lucky, that’s all that was
A mouse with a plan and a whole lot of buzz
But I still come back, that’s the part you miss
I’m the cat with the grit, and I don’t quit

You bring cartoons, I bring catastrophe
You bring little jokes, I bring gravity
When I lock in, your whole act shakes
I don’t need much, just one clean break

(Hit me again)
I’m built to brawl
Sitich, you’re tiny when the pressure calls

Verse 4
Say my name right, let it ring in the hall
Tom the cat still standing after it all
You a patchwork prop with a hero pose
I’ve seen tougher toys at the bottom of roads

You talk about Jerry like that’s some flex
But you still got spun, got handled next
I’m quick with the snap, you’re slow with the plan
I leave you in silence when I raise my hand

Sad cartoon? Nah, I’m the main event
You a side-show scratch with your confidence spent
Round after round, I keep coming harder
You bounce off me like a bad electric starter

So keep that heat, I’ll keep the crown
I’m Tom the cat, and I do not bow
When the final bell hits, better know the score
One cat, one stitch, and I’m still wanting more

(Tom wins)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Tom wins)