〈Verse 1〉
My robotics is like punctuation, its automatica
Most MCs suck like Dracula
Bring my Cannibal Ox to a buck fifty massacre
Animal cracker, box-cutter
Expose the toys with a polaroid camera
Word to amateur p#rn, I’ll leave that #ss torn
Like a elephant’s an#s when the seed is born
All the weed is gone, but I’m tokin’ vocally
Hopefully you’ll understand my name’s Yak, and that’s poetry
Spoken soulfully, broken word, pro life
Hold mics, n#gg# what’s the deal, like a low-life
I jazz june, digable hype from rap tunes
And blast goons to beats under half-moons
R.I. peace to your wack crew
I’m Top City Kings’ ruler
Back row, sing sin with crossbows and arrows
In the lost place, identifiеd with painting the North Face
With mad straps, bust mad caps, skinnies and fats
In thе realm of white walls I go nuts, sho ’nuff
The last dragon to breathe flames
See the game through night vision
24/7 like Dunkin’ Donuts
〈Chorus〉
Yo I’m flossin’, I’m just flossin’
I’m just flossin’
Yo, yo yo
So check it out, yo, yo, yo
〈Verse 2〉
I spit Tekken, word that’ll herb your mid-section
You scarred from bars in split seconds like Sagat’s chest
Flow style low profile, my name’s Yak
But I’m sort of a monster, so you can call me Lochness
Main objective: take notes
Cause I break quotes down to lies and tag the blame on scapegoats
But who knew? Yak’ll resurrect steps like voodoo
Soon to be this world renowned sound genius
That thinks with his brain, but I think with my p#n#s
So I pissed on Venus, took a sh#t on Jupiter
Made hell freeze over and gave a ice pick to Lucifer
Told him to break out, chill, smoke a cooly, Yak
I’m assuming that you got the escape route booby-trap
“You are correct sir”
Then I pulled the spray can from my holster
Like a old country western
And started burnin’ like dubs, TCK with fat Germans
What’s the outcome, you determine
You might also like〈Chorus〉
Yo
〈Verse 3〉
I’m always shore like the Coral Reef
I’m type chillin’ when I floss my teeth
I’m type nice, precise with a mic in the fist
Rip a tight verse, kid, hope you’re likin’ the sh#t, yo
I’m ruthless, y’all n#gg#s peep the inhuman hooligan
Rhymin’, and takin’ too many hallucinogens
Losin’ my mind like I’m Truman
But everything is peace like the ’70s
Or when I’m on ecstasy
Much effort be put into this, look into this eye
‘Tis I, the voice that creeps in your and makes you tremble
Sort of a rebel, people say my brain’s effected by devils
And your girl’s pickin’ rose petals
Dreamin’ ’bout Yak, the s#men of Yak
Yo, you’re dreamin’ of that
I’m gleamin’ cats, n#gg#s don’t know I’m beaming back to Queens
Back to Tatooine
Yak Skywalker, I talk a-
Lotta sh#t, first place in braggin’ rights is somethin’ I gotta get
My options is full, pull sh#t out my #ss in cycles
Unbelievable sh#t, like the Bible
Lyrical niceness, the vinyl is spinnin’
Grinnin’ with a sinister grin
The minister men can’t even bless me as nice as I can
My demand is high, lyrically nice, precise
Slice with precision
I’m all up in your grill, while I’m blurrin’ on your vision
And that’s Yak Skywalker, flossin’
Everyday
Trust me, I’m a doctor
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