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letra de in the cut - yakisoba

[verse 1]
okay
posted in the cut, playing sega genesis
catch me gripping on the spliff, spindash with the piff
three, three b-tton st–z on the ones and the twos
playing sonic & knuckles, lurking in the stu yeah
yaki boy illing right, hit it in the rhythms
kicking with the fitted, sh-t’ll leave you spinning
tatsumaki senpukyaku, quarter circle rhythms
never get it twisted, putting tracks into submission
stunting on the block, catch me posturing demented
mobbing with some evil doers, shooters ambidextrous
keep it on the low, i ain’t feel the need to flex sh-t
you couldn’t see the st–z with the super scopе, snes b-tch
superstars on my feet, digging thru the crates
catch mе plundering for beats
rummaging thru instrumentals, mumbling over the beats
soba swagger with the lean, but i ain’t sip promethazine

[chorus]
i been out, out at lankford’s
late night pimpin’, yaki in the cut
put the stylus to the wax
let them jawns hit you some
let them jawns hit you some
smoking loud, now i’m f-cked up
i been out, out at lankford’s
late night pimpin’, yaki in the cut
put the stylus to the wax
let them jawns hit you some
let them jawns hit you some
smoking loud, now i’m f-cked up
[verse 2]
ayy
special herbs in the swisher
puffing on sativa, wondering what is for dinner
back at the lair, nissin on the stovetop
top ramen budget topped off with the sauce, yuh
i keep it hot with the scoville’s
sipping on some udon’s, zoning on the sofa
chilling in my lair, i’ve been lamping like a menace
if you heard it then i said, one time’s for the message
all i do is smoke loud and spit the illest sh-t
’cause a ruckus like a honda, while i’m whipping in this b-tch
grip the zapper like a bl!cky, split your cabbage on the ritz
if you’re tryna run hands, then i’m ippo in this ish
this is all that it do
and what it is, what it isn’t, if you’re down with that too
a couple smacks for your chrome dome, flows on the lows
cold cuts on them hoes and some vibes on the rhymes, yo

[chorus]
i been out, out at lankford’s
late night pimpin’, yaki in the cut
put the stylus to the wax
let them jawns hit you some
let them jawns hit you some
smoking loud, now i’m f-cked up
yuh, ‘cos i been out, out at lankford’s
late night pimpin’, yaki in the cut
put the stylus to the wax
let them jawns hit you some
let them jawns hit you some
smoking loud, now i’m f-cked up
[verse 3]
summertime, overtime
working nine-to-five penning down a couple stupid rhymes
99 ’till infinite, we the flyest on the site
not since nike low dunks, got me high with the hangtime
on the mic i’m like a sorcerer
spitting symphonies of the night, the vibe is horrorcore
running with my hylics, casting sigils on illusion form
formulating syllables to fit into the measures room
he’s a wizard, something more so
typing out the verses then convert them into morse code
writing down my anecdotes and rap ’em like they cursed, yo
stupid in my study, pummeling packets of ‘bacco
the kid adjacent to a cryptid
sick sh-t, never see me out unless i’m thrifting
shifting, shaping form dark metamorphosis
the pen is like a sword, get beheaded if you step to it

[chorus]
‘cos i been out, out at lankford’s
late night pimpin’, yaki in the cut
stylus to the wax
let them jawns hit you some
let them jawns hit you some
smoking loud, now i’m f-cked up
i been out, out at lankford’s
late night pimpin’, yaki in the cut
put the stylus to the wax
let them jawns hit you some
let them jawns hit you some
smoking loud, now i’m f-cked up
[outro]
welcome to lankford’s
i’m finna rap about absolutely nothing
we nah easy, keep it easy
all right

- yakisoba

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