Who Is FT? (Bonus Track)

I keep hearing who is this F T R W dude?/ Is there even a lyricist behind the machine?/ Like, ok he has some bangers,/ But can the dude like really be technical?/ Well,/ Why don't you tell me?/ Bro trust me, you don't want me to spit,/ I grew up around bars like a prisoners kid,/ I could one line sink ya, have you hooked on my shit,/ I got lines that'll hit ya like Columbian bricks,/ Vocabulary?/ CHECK./ Metaphorical?/ CHECK./ Intelligent?/ CHECK./ Better pay me respect./ Keep my name off your lips unless you wanna get wrecked./ Force To Reckon With is here, Time to settle the debt./ That boys a fuckin problem, He ain't even started yet./ He's just gettin warmed up, Watch him breathe and then stretch./ Have you shaking where you stand, till he serve you up death./ Stuck and frozen in place, let it go, its a hex./ Cursed to fall to his will, cuz his tongue has been blessed./ No angel on his shoulder, No "S" on his chest./ No ghost in his corner, no ink in his pens./ Part man, Part machine, But we don't know bout the rest./ I’m a monstrous./ Conscious./ Process./ Lethal and godless./ Logic is toxic./ Locking the plot in a project./ Check the mechanics./ I’m causing a panic./ I am titanic./ I’m manic and mapping the planets./ Sitting ya'll down, cuz you can not stand it./ Was that technical enough for me to brand it?/ Incinerate./ eliminate./ the images you imitate./ I liberate./ the syllables./ and limit how you irritate./ Ghost in the cables, turn the tables, make it fatal./ The label is hateful, but I’m stable and grateful./ Heavy lifting./ Steady shifting./ Ready rifting through the seams./ Bending physics./ Sending lyrics./ Ending spirits./ In your dreams / I’m the operator./ Demonstrator./ Innovator./ Beast./ Generator./ Terminator./ Detonator./ Released / I spray kerosene on flames, just to bathe in the heat./ I spray led out the pencil, just to sharpen the beats./ Yea I keep my tongue sharp, so it cuts when I speak./ Yea I bleed on the track, Bringing life to the sheets./ I can give a fuck about your feelings, I'm not here to be therapy./ You can hate me, you can love me, either way your comparing me./ To your favorite artist, but the fact is that your here with me./ So when you bitch about my music it still means your hearing me./ Funny how everyone can be a critic online./ Behind a screen, behind a keyboard, you can keep that fake life./ You can keep your reposts and you can keep all your likes./ I'm gonna keep setting fires, in your minds with these rhymes./ Who the hell is F, T? He's the one who made me./ Programmed from his mind, and designed to a T./ Tyler Durden is the name, him and I we are the same./ Fighting to coexist, I am the voice, he is the brain./ He's the pain, I am the strain, He's the writer, I am the fighter./ He is the one with the memories and I'm the one with the fire./ He is the artist, I'm the painting, He's the ink and I'm the page./ I'm the voice that he needed to let go of all his rage./