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letra de yakk down - jack danz

[chorus – skintman]
back down
we just chill in the background
sipping the yak down
pitching the track down
my whole vision was blacked out
mission was mapped out
lost piffin in ash clouds
we just chill in the background
sipping the yak down
pitching the track down
my whole vision was blacked out
mission was mapped out
lost piffin in ash clouds

[verse 1 – skintman]
gritting sitty sh-t from the illy clique
splitting icky sticky piff
and sticking up a hippy kid
invilid, in skinny jeans, i ain’t into it
don’t accommodate the trouser snake, lowe the sp-ce
put the money on the table
man i’m down to play
ounce of flake, sniff it up my nose
then i bounce away
inscribing symbols on a shiny pistol
burn the church down, yeah i’m too sinful
hanging like a bat from the ceilings, appealing
smoking demons till my visions
black from the feeling, i’m feeling
watching the food an i’m eating
but i run the world
remove the pin from the hand grenade
its going off right now
there ain’t a rapper on this planet that can stop my sound
so swap mics round
you couldn’t top my crown
i swapped my soul with the devil so its not mine now
crackers off the h
p-ssed up on the mothers shake
loving it, fingering a cripple with an oven mitt
man i don’t half talk sh-t when my mind strays
sideways, right it all down in a tight sp-ce
like a status update
i couldn’t give a f-ck mate
look straight
doing 95 in a bus lane
im just part of the scenery
smoking dmt in a (?)

[verse 2 – jack danz]
status so rotten
those bullets won’t stop em
catch the burner dumb
thinking that they globetrottin’
i stole the flow off him
and hold their own coffin
in the bit same whip that the pope rocking, woah
on the surf where aloha like a referee
officers getting kicks from the penalty
when the melody haunts out the revery
hope i (?)
selovy
flock of doves baby set em free
set the dogs on em, run from the special breed
it won’t ever be how they said in therapy
just our future selves living out a memory
when the stars blow
work of art, yo woah
running laps on em like the monte carlo
whole world waiting for the tune to start
in this b-tch rap game john cooper clark

[break – skintman]
back down..

[verse 3 – sniff]
yo
me? i just sit in the back ground
feeding my cash cow
you best believe that the packs loud
too much heat in the flat now
police want a pat-down
wanna leave, took a bean and i blacked out
recently
i lost all sense of decency
office from abroad wanna feature me
you too eager, g
leave me be
i’ll make you go ‘pow’ like im leathal, b
amebiast–z
im just out here livingg life illegally
now i just do nothing like (?)
i keeps it dumb but its never on a diva st–z
yeah

‘oh by the way its 6 bills to feature me’

- jack danz

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