YakiTheKid - WZRD

★ verse 1 ★
Yeah, put my ego to the side and get to business
Busy bee i’m chopping beats like david east i’m in ot
No henessey up in the system, sippin tea is more habitual
I don’t do religion, songs are hardly dirty rituals
My ministry ironic i kill beats to preach life
Minuscule my name but be atomic is the king’s light
King’s life, i chase christ
Reset my whole price
Now it can’t be paid, but still i make all of my playlists speaking truth in dirty industries
Survival costs salvation
No race-baiting but slavery outlasted the plantations
Evil come in different colors, satan don’t discriminate
Kingdom cash wе stackin’ numbers, pray to god he elеvate
My flow i need a ghost i’m shaking rock like i’m bambaataa
God the holy father, ear candy willy wonka
Oompa loompa movin’ under you, now who done moved the title for the greatest truth outside the bible?
I’m malcolm

★ verse 2 ★
X i’m in the middle of the stress between the nations
Life and death, you practically should strap a vest when you vacation
Puerto rico or to poorer choices, it don’t really matter
No matter where you go, the devil tryna get your head up on a platter
Talkin’ mad and then we fall into the hate
So many trigger fingers lying round your confidence at stake
Any time you voice your thoughts, you are prohibited to state
What’s on your mind don’t really matter cuz it’s difficult to skate
Past the masters who be faster than a cdc agenda
To plaster up the social norms and force you to agendas
The masses be like sheep how they flock to different shepherds
Don’t believe in rules, like aang, i’m gonna bend em
Bend em backwards, i’m reversing on this wack world
(uno)
After this i might just go to pluto
Cuz this flow is something alien
Et i punch a time sheet i might not be in charge but i make ends meet
Meet me at the crib and imma show you how i proudly live
Offa 90, never more cuz 10 percent the least i give
Do not try me, i been grinding in the lab all summer long
If i am not a better version of myself then’s something’s wrong

★ verse 3 ★
Master wong i make song about the rock (barack), no obama
Barack i’m bouta blow i been leadin’ (bin laden) no osama
Potus i’m a lotus rest in peace to dalai lama
I’m a beast i make a statement then i end it with a comma
I ain’t never finished, yeah my hit list is unlimited
Same girls you disrespect the same girls you gettin with
This for all the whack rappers tryna make a scene
No talent but the audience is made up of machines
I can see behind the smoke screens, shout-out j. cole
Why we killin’ all our brothers, this that cain and able
Never one to stick my nose and try to meddle politics
But this generation i compose, i ain’t really rockin’ with

★ verse 4 ★
So imma end it here, this is nowhere near the finale but i gotta save bars for future tracks
This is just a little taste to push the casual viewers back and make you realize that i’m really not wack, now i’m really on track
No trains, i update and push through
New brain i’m insane, a big thought’s a big chew
Kinda like the bubblegum, i took an l then doubled up
Cuz it’s well known that two l’s make a w