Brady Watt drops video for “The Narcissist” alongside Westside Gunn & DJ Premier [+Lyrics]

American producer, bass player, Brady Watt unveils the video for “The Narcissist”, featuring Westside Gunn & DJ Premier, and produced by Brady Watt & DJ Premier. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Brady Watt The Narcissist

Producer slash bassist Brady Watt has linked up with Westside Gunn and DJ Premier for their new collaboration “The Narcissist,” a track that lives up to what the stacked lineup promises.

Upon laying the foundation using three of his basses, Watt sent the beat to Premier, who added his signature drums and scratches. As he explains in an official statement (shared by Pitchfork), Primo “deemed it worthy enough to send to the one and only, Westside Gunn.” Speaking of which, the Griselda visionary’s presence is all over this one, and by now he’s made a welcome habit of gliding over Premier production. Though he doesn’t always get the credit he deserves as an emcee, few rappers come close to Gunn’s charisma, nor can they rival his unique penchant for high-fashion brutality.

Brady Watt – The Narcissist (ft. Westside Gunn & DJ Premier) (prod. Brady Watt & DJ Premier)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo (Grr-r-r)
(Grr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r)
Flygod
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
You better pray six times a day, praise both
Kill you and your mans with the same scope, you lames broke (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
My pockets longer than train smoke, I’ll let your brains float (Ahh)
Fatality, shell casings droppin’ casually (Boom boom boom boom)
You’re not half of me, I’ll walk through your blood happily (Ahh)
You ever had a gun in your mouth like a cavity?
Amiris got so many rips, they lookin’ raggedy, Lord
I kept the Cullinan in the factory (Skrr)
Got a mil’ plus of art
Used to sit in my cell in the dark
I go to the showers with my boots tied tight, knife sharp
If he died, it’s my fault (Ahh)
I touch the sky with the top off

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man (Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan (Dapper Dan)
Niggas gonna miss me when I’m done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin’ me to bag up grams

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, my jewelry lookin’ precious
I’m from the east side, shit treacherous
Word on the street, I got the better shit
Fiends droolin’ and scratchin’, MAC-10 action (Grr-r-r-r)
Wait ’til Sunday, catch you comin’ out church lackin’
Who you pray to?
Out the CLS, I shot the K smooth (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
The ambulance playin’ the same tune, I can’t lose
You should’ve seen it in the lobby at the St. Regis
Scene out of Miami Vice, I left the plate leanin’
Another autopsy, who the fuck shot him?
We all shot (Grr-r-r) at least a hundred shells out the ‘Rari (Grr-r-r-r-r)
Cocaine spots, block of fishscale and calamari
Fiend fell out and died, oops, we sorry

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man (Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan (Dapper Dan)
Niggas gonna miss me when I’m done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin’ me to bag up grams
Ayo, Dolce rob Gabbana for a half a man (Half a man)
Roc Nation Brunch, style by Dapper Dan (Dapper Dan)
Niggas gonna miss me when I’m done with the shit (Ahh)
The kitchen ki, beggin’ me to bag up grams

[Outro: Scratches: Benny the Butcher + Conway the Machine]
Failure won’t be a option
Took the game over like I’m supposed to
Failure won’t be a option
Took the game over like I’m supposed to
Failure won’t be a option
Took the game over like I’m supposed to
Failure won’t be a option
Took the game over like I’m supposed to