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lirik lagu i am(..or the becoming) – yogi jr.

[verse 1]:

it’s young yogi, hey boo boo! not your average bear!
he’s back again,the maddest in the lab that’s padded with a pad cackling
elaborately blabbering ’bout how he crashed into the planet with data from saturn,a master with tactics to unravel a labyrinth, on the back of a battle ram ,with an ax in hand
for action,you could ask ya fans when i add a stanza who the baddest man is,you should cat scan’em,raps planted like bombs ,attach grammar that’s hard the way jack hammers slam,finna f-ck the game up with a fat pack of black magnums and while off a few shots of that jack daniels brand,then clap at the vatican,for obscuring the truth,perverting the youth
fondling the minors,sodomizing their idol minds to hide the god that’s up inside him,the devils tried to lock me in asylums to prescribe him an antidote but they can’t cuz he’s too d-mn dope,yep the animal with parables,don’t compare to those parody parrot clones, biters and snake n-gg-s get eagle talon choked,call me young vangoh,that’s how ham i go,your trampy hoes’ panties soaked after i left her canv-ss stroked,catch him in a pair of brand new yet damaged clothes watching the amanda show while reciting chancellor quotes: “everybody dies in the summer” ,if you sleep i make sure you guys get your slumber, you won’t have no time to recover ,better take flight at the sight of a hunter for your life me a coming

[verse 2]:
encore ,encore! they want a lot more from the god one the oddball! my momma the ma’at gave birth to the mahdi,descended from the lot of the maafa,off the amistad catch me inside a masonic lodge with a shining ankh and a glock palmed,your block bombed, your spot torn ,you don’t have an option to rock wrong,you should probably mop floors
if i’m not in your top four or five,all them guys getting mortified
corpses piled in the morgue you’ll find ,it’s the immortal,i got a porsche like drive,black hearted moorish mind
this artist surely showed and proved from what i n-bly drew
catch me at a show with a scroll or two tryna make your shoulders move,oh let’s groove,wiser than a yoda truth
ya mind is just a remote for your soul to control the views that ya eyes see and ya body just an open room,oh ya boo?
she rode me soon as i wrote this tune,the po poet so potent a pro with tools
it’s the return of the hex man, heck yeah! best to fret fam , to jet’s ya next plan , catch me etcher sketchin a tesla invention or the metu neter in a mets cap flexin

- yogi jr

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