YakiTheKid - Fly Away

★ intro ★
Yeah, yeah
Uh, check it

★ verse 1 ★
Premonitions of the other side, now watch as i (oh yeah)
Exchange mac-11s for a touch of heaven, there inside (yeah, yeah)
Each and every track lies a virtue, boy i never lied
Your sense of purpose off like virgil, here’s a new design
Put the fear of god inside these people, got ‘em terrified (rah)
That’s the start of wisdom, seekin’ answеrs with a newer mind (that's right)
Wouldn’t know the outcomе of this venture if i never tried
Student to a mastermind, a ninja to a samurai
Hear that flute comin’ in, you’d think you was in asia (what what what what)
I had to kill myself to sin, i called for euthanasia (oh yeah)
Put the dog down inside of me, now my flesh crying at the sight of me
You think i’m crying? (ha ha)
I’m living life after dying, see (woo)
There ain’t no “i” in “team” but jesus had his eyes upon the prize, and he
Gave his life in sight of every eye to save a dying breed (that's right)
Now the great i am calls me a son, look how i’m so redeemed (look at me)

★ chorus ★
One of these days i’m gonna fly away
Away from this place
To a place with no pain, and everything is just fine
One of these days i’m gonna fly away
Away from this place
Where i can see your face, and sing your praise for all time

★ verse 2 ★
Been an avid storyteller since the middle school (yeah that's light, yeah)
Now i got a destination, rap is just the vehicle (what what)
Judging by that kid’s behavior, boy he been a fool
20 years later, gotten brazen, guess he still a fool (yeah i'm still a fool)
And they wonder why my raps is so colorful
Got too many dreams, it’s as if joseph was a functional mc in 2023, the flow combustible (straight fuego)
Ham and cheese crackers, turn the beat into a lunchable
Young cat with a bag full of barbed wire (that's right)
Turn that tim maia to a church fire
Catch me singing ela partiu from the top of the roof (ela partiu)
Cuz i got, nothing to lose and nothing to prove, suckas
Will someone please pass me the juice?
I been cheffin', better call me the sous (that's right)
Young reverend when i step in the booth (straight preachin')
Gettin’ tight, better call the masseuse
This age of rap is like a vegetable soup (you ain't have to do 'em like that)

★ chorus ★
One of these days i’m gonna fly away
Away from this place
To a place with no pain, and everything is just fine
One of these days i’m gonna fly away
Away from this place
Where i can see your face, and sing your praise for all time

★ verse 3 ★
Man y’all always pose for something like an action fig (g.i. joe or somethin')
New-age rappers spewing doodoo like a laxative (doodoo)
Yaki pull up with that new new and they bashin’ it
Like mosquito bites i treat the surface, i’m just scratchin’ it (yeah, i'm scratchin' that)
Scratch me off the list of all the rappers who be cappin’ cuz
Truth is what i’m made of and my faith a firm foundation, it’s (yeah we here, son)
Crazy how afraid they are of keepin’ it a hunnid
Thought you boys were counting money, man what happened to ol’ benjamin? (nah)
Frankly, i just keep on pushin’ like a predicate
I follow every subject with a message, never question it
It’s never pleasant when i’m present, they too delicate
Never keep it civil, always gotta act confederate
It’s ‘bout time i taught you suckas proper etiquette (what what what what)
Four score and sixteen bars ago, i pointed out a problem with the culture and it’s time we start addressin’ it (oh yeah)
Never let your pride take a life, word to exodus