Ay yo, Lemme write this down
Yea, I'm feeling like, I'm feeling like
I'm feeling like its 08 again
Feeling like a kid but I don't play games
Feeling so ambitious but life's motion mundane
Feeling these thoughts but they ain't stuck in my head
Feeling conscious (Woah)
But feeling confidence, feeling these words
Feeling my nerves, feeling this ominous grit
Feeling special, I mean you feeling this beat
Feeling the flow and how its feeling concrete
Its feeling like it ain't nothing but heat
Uh, criminally underrated
Witness the richness of being real faux individuals find difficult
(They ain't know)
Counting syllables in my verses like
Counting intangible stacks before they turn tangible
Just business though (Stacks)
Born to connect these syllables, ever since they cut off my umbilical
This beat got a miracle chord (Facts)
Flows be prolifical, rhyme scheme sophistical
Beat punching too critical, now call that the trinity force
Uh, not for the weak to understand this
But for the person commuting to work to bump heads with this
I ain't ever missing
Cuz I study the people, study their hearts, study their souls
So I deliver them bliss (It's for the people)
Yea, promise myself once I get rich
I get my mama some drip
And maybe blow her a kiss
Give my dad a new crib
Bring my friends to a trip
That's a goal I will reach
Now let me flip up the script, ay
Calling up his phone, what he say (what he say)
He said leave me all alone, what he say (what he say)
Said he's napping on his throne, what he say (what he say)
This heat's burning up the ozone today
Ay, mama told me I'm handsome (mama)
If you argue I'm gon haunt like Danny Phantom (facts)
Kidnap and put you in a bag then I start dancing (ay)
Can't handle this so pay my mama that ransom
Ay, middle fingers up to the world
Stay behind me I'm gon frontline in this war
The only casualties the phonies while I get on board
The ammunitions start to flare when I press record
Ay
I feel like I'm hot, but they say I'm cold
Not feeling too high, for sure I ain't low
I came in the game, don't know where to go
I look at the top, it's like we all know
King of the hill, I think I'm below
But they know I'm down, like ten of my toes
Might take a while, til I meet the goats
So let's have a toast, and enjoy the show
I Fortify my pockets, mortify these muppets
They live to hate but their hate to live is the largest
I make this mass out of nothing, defying physics
I deserve all the credit, we surpassing limits
I pick up the pen then I roll on the bed then I'm entering Zen
I pick and I roll, my mind on the ball
Alley-oop to myself for a ten outta ten
But I may miss, repeat it again, until the results a hundred percent
I came and I went, I feel insane
The Yaung and the youth, again and again
This is Yaung