Take a deep dive into the surreal and chaotic world of World Renowned, Karanastic’s latest banger that blends razor-sharp lyricism with bold, trippy visuals. Recorded at a backyard pool and packed with mind-bending effects, the music video perfectly complements the track’s raw energy and wild creativity. Whether Karanastic is channeling the Dark Side of the Force, pondering life’s mysteries, or calling out the weak links, World Renowned hits with unrelenting intensity and style.
This track isn’t just about showcasing talent—it’s about standing out in a world gone mad. With references to Star Wars, Fight Club, and Tim Burton’s eerie universes, Karanastic weaves pop culture into hard-hitting bars, creating a song that’s as thought-provoking as it is entertaining.
🎶 Memorable Bars:
“Gonna rip your arms off, gonna make a hand sword, saber slice ya head clean, mount you on my headboard.”
“The world that I’m seeing is like the world of Tim Burton, reality has flipped to an alternate version.”
“Dirt over a mound so I call you world renowned, get it, cuz you like one in the same with the Earth now son, get it!”
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Lyrics:
What ya gonna do if you coming at me hoe,
If you coming at me better be peaceful
Don’t lecture me like a keynote
Middle finger, poop, fire, emoji emote,
Way I’m looking dope
Never giving up hope call me Episode 4
In the pits of Tattoine, something like a Rancor
Gonna rip your arms off, gonna make a hand sword
Saber slice ya head clean, mount you on my headboard
Gonna make me sleep tight, gonna keep my bed warm
Might drink ya blood first finger in a ringworm
Finger on the pulse bitch, finger in the intern
Finger on the trigger now you none of my concern
Learned of the Force through the Dark Side
Hunting through the jungle like it’s Far Cry
Drink another Mai Tai, flying like a bar fly
Try to be outgoing but I’m just a shy guy
Park right in the middle of a coupe spots
Drinking at the gun range, call it taking shots
No time for a watch, I threw out all my clocks
Vodka on the rocks
Pondering the space time a bong in the garage
The world is a mirage and we trapped up in the Matrix
Ain’t trying to change minds, nothing I could say bitch
Got that New Balance while you running in your Asics.
Face it you still the same bitch even if you got a facelift
Ancient, ain’t shit changed in the day in the life of another parasite
World is really scary and it’s fucking causing freight
Monsters and there’s demons a lot of boys not right
Should I pick a fight try to be like Tyler Durden
I think they call him that cuz the world is such a burden
Think it’s all fine while the room you in burning
There’s a fire on the roof there’s a fire on the curtain
The world that I’m seeing is like the world of Tim Burton
Reality has flipped to an alternate version
We tangled in the lives of a terrible person
The Mandela Effect is real creepy for certain
The version they have I hear is running rampant
Falling like the house of cards I’m throwing like Gambit
So “S” a “D” “B” and go make a sandwich
Yall a bunch of failures, forehead I’ll stamp it
Ya home looks like garbage, neighborhood is rancid
No respect for yourself or human advancements
Ya brain seems lost it feels like Atlantis
Got the deepest thoughts in the Atlantic
Sipping Malibu but they tell me it’s a chick drink
Whip you with a chain while I’m yelling ‘you the weak link’
Scope and a heat seek, find out what I’m seeking
Find out why you breathing, why you come around
My house a roundhouse will leave you on the ground
Dirt over a mound so I call you world renowned
Get it, cuz you like one in the same with the Earth now son, get it!