Casey Neistat from On Holiday by Mystic Secretion

(JAKE OLSON)
Call yourself the king of YouTube? I see right through you
Only crown we giving out is sitting proud on Ike Bukurro
Beaucoup fame caught you disillusioned like a tutu wrapped around your frame
Heh, riches make a man insane
But did it ever cross your brain that boarding round New York
Gucci-ed down but still a dork, make a trend slave
Hey — your biggest blunder was The Neistat Brothers?
Shame — ours was donating 10 mil to you fuckers

(DEV BHAKTA)
Picture perfect Casey from NYC, yeah the lo-fi king
Making waves, making waves with NRT
Carti drop the beat, stop, rinse, and repeat
These Mystic boys are oh-so clean
When we pull up all eyes on we
Can’t keep up with the energy, then we enemies
Put that on my name and Taylor P.
And we running up the numbers

(CHORUS: ALL)
On that lo-fi rap, call me Casey Neistat
(x8)

(TAYLOR PENNY)
We make music for the masses, “Mystic misses?” more like
Might melodically motivate men to see the light
Your performative plight puts pain in plain sight
Most murmur in fright when I move up to the mic
Moses parted the Red Sea? I put Carter and Dev B.
On tracks that dog the Cats, Secretion said it correctly
Odd that I never ran track yet I’m lapping hacks with ease
Blast the Saint Mary beats, Mystic mischief momentarily

(CARTER PENNY)
Watching Gremlins 2 in the living room
Sipping chicken soup, listen to missions to distance you from the crown
Your mountain’s on my mole mound
Like Star, you’re Holebound
Fold now, I got the upper hand, you’re gonna fall down
My alma mata y’all clowns
Honestly, Casey Neistat got the most Scolvilles on the spice rack
Crack up while you can, I got the last laugh

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Minnesota