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letra de yung gods/no static - trippy tyler

[verse 1: trippy tyler]
i used to want my closet to be filled with shoes but sh-t
now i’m tryina turn my closet into a lyrical k!lling booth, young god
you can feel my presence, whenever i’m entering the room, disrespect, hit up st. nick and i promise you won’t get no mother f-cking presents coming through
i’m a high higher power no disguise i’m just a writer slash beat street fighter
defeat you with a cypher, brain got damaged like you got hit with a swift kimbo slice right hook, i’m a, word macgyver, third eye is done being so mild, survivor of blocks of them writers, i’m writing till i got arthritis, my mileage is never dialed, imagination of a child’s with dedication of a starving lion’s so, imma go wild, like th-rnberry, scorch every beat, we just torch or us ft. and do torturous things, quentin taranteen deleted scenes with no sneak peek, that was defeat of what you f-ckin’ think of me, john doe when this ink meets this sheet

[hook]
we’re just young gods, with no flaws, agnostic prophets with more knowledge than nostradamus the f-cking world is ours
x2

[verse 2: trippy tyler]
you don’t wanna f-ck, with me
no abstinence, i’m badder than michael j. jackson or accidents leading to ambulance scatterin’, or these religious antagonists, tell me your practices, dissin’ this meet your deaths catalyst, madder than hatters of alice or you when i called out your vatican, f-ck yolo when i die imma come back again
like lateral p-ssing it, athletic rappin’ sh-t, im runnin’ laps on them, ashin’ and cashin’ this blunt that is fatter than -sses of pregnant kardashian’s, f-cking your system like pathogens, after you battled them, sh-t, battle this, and i’ll get a casket just to catch you with b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3: ak]
uh
why don’t you meet me at the crossroads? we can post up toe to toe until the devil shows
i can show you how to live, i could show you how it goes, cause if i don’t, life will have you staring at a calico
my knowledge stay weaponized, apocalyptic genocide, if you don’t mind, hand over your mind and i’ll lend you mine
watch you shake and scream, from the thoughts and all the dreams that you’ll witness first hand, my head never stays at ease
it so easy to lose reality in a dream state, hit my n-gga zel ask him how i get a clean slate, clean plates everywhere, i don’t ever eat, delayed gratification, my n-gga i would rather sleep
see if i could go so high, i witness another life, with only inhaling this life, well f-ck it i’m living twice, think twice before you cross me, double-tap if you gon k!ll me, and pour concrete over my casket, yo world can never seal me, mother f-cka

- trippy tyler

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