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letra de cloud reading - young korgy

[verse – young korgy]
i got that spark of g*nius, ’cause i just sparked my weed up
you know the color green runs throughout my veins, i’m highrish
the solo-dolo pilot, barrel roll from the sky on my fly ish
my squad top dawg without kendrick or jay rock
and i’m loyal without gods, so y’all religions kick rocks
f-ck out my face, don’t waste my tick-tock
blowin’ hits in ya face, walk away with contact
if you want the dopest dope in raps, then i’m that
hip-hop combat to bomb on wombats who hate my content
suck the contents of a jockstrap or fall back
i’m cloud readin’, no time for boredom
zeddicus zu’l zorander, wizard of the first order
magic with the verbiage while burnin’ up the herbiage
pass around the sticky, you can hit it ’cause i’m courteous
call my weed “the qur’an” light it on fire, get stoned
y’all’s nеgativity, i don’t want it, just leave me lonе
i’m, i’m gazing off in the universe
on a pale blue dot gettin’ lost in my looney words
i’m a sadboy and i’m able to be truly hurt
only ’cause i’m human, insignificant, we’re happenstance
stars born and die while we worry ’bout afghanistan
i don’t care about the sins of man, science is the winning plan
to figure out these mysteries, it lies in our dna
humanity is trippy, natural drugs lie up in our brain
all day i dream about sticky, a.d.i.d.a.s
and y’all haters stay trippin’, bananas
i just wanna live life in the way i wanna live it
love makin’ music and i think i’m paintin’ pictures, vivid
and i’m livid that you folks don’t be payin’ ‘tention to me
feelin’ like sprayin’ uzi’s enraged, got my patience vacated
but i just k!ll ’em with the verbalization
critics witness murders listed on the affidavit
i think that i’m kinda original
stylistic lyrics stay frigid cold and i’m feelin’ like a zombie, no indigo
puffin’ on the dank ’til i’m up in the sky!
i don’t give a f-ck, you can suck on my nuts!
all i do is win, i’m a god and i rock!
[verse – lil z]
i don’t give a f-ck about an afterlife
and i’m smokin’ weed so i’m past the strife
i don’t believe in the sad bleakness of reality
so i don’t need the comfort of your false dichotomy
religion is avaricious, it’s driven by dragon sickness
never be the one to swallow your gibberish allegory
government oppression is one dual -n-logy
stand on your feet or you’ll suffer a fatality
i will never let my happiness ever be casualty
f-ck your laws, f-ck your money, motherf-ck your faculty
your salary ain’t sh-t to me and you won’t get this d-ck for free
poppin’ b-tches off if they gettin’ attached
i’m not about that life, you ain’t gettin’ my scratch
you thought you had my heart, b-tch, but no b-tch, whoopee
only thing i lock it down for is pothead p-ssy
don’t you ever f-ck with this, 1337 boyz ain’t ’bout that sh-t
who the f-ck are you? i’ve dealt with mom’s alcoholic fits
slice open ya throat then i f-ck the slit
then i’ma tuck my d-ck all up in ya b-tch
on wax, off rip, reading clouds a cinch

[verse – young korgy]
awakening arrogance, aim it at artists avidly
beastly, belligerent boss blabberin’ blasphemy
vocabulative sk!lls demonstrated to be actively
wicked, h-lla different, strategy ending in tragedy
murderous, we hurtin’ punks who whack and we batsh-tly
trippin’, sl!ck and simple, ill and active on the cannabis
act a fool and i slap a b-tch, no trace of my birth, immaculate
spittin’ blessings on the mic, atheistic and heavenly
y’all must think i’m gacey, rapin’ sh-t and i’m deadly
writer’s block is a b-tch, but i am still ahead of these
whack and simple f-cks who are grounded ’cause of gravity
richard rahl on a mission, none of y’all are stoppin’ me
keep a watch for you p-ssies, motherf-ckin’ gynecology
say what you want about my brain in a swirl
mixed emotions in the past, now i got a loyal girl
best bro cray got that dd 214
and we spittin’ together, so all is good in my world
and i’m puffin’ on the doja, all is good in my world
[verse – lil z & young korgy]
i’m just a lazy burnt out veteran with several drug addictions
i lack moral conviction, your tears give me an erection
i’m the heat up in the kitchen, can you smell just what i’m cookin’?
it’s that real rap goodness, pot brownies got you lookin’
trapped inside your prison, tried escapin’ society
same miserable lives, just in different varieties
tell me, motherf-ckers, why is you lyin’ to me?
flyin’ to die like a bee, hidin’ with high up inside of me
layin’ under your bed, naked in a smile mask
condom, knife, trash bags will help me complete the task
i will never come in last
f-ck you with a two-by-four, leave you in a body cast
dead memories inside my mind like i’m in iowa
sizin’ up the competition, find ’em lackin’, i’m disappointed
takin’ bullets like archangel, dodgin’ ’em ’cause i’m fly enough
never need the medics, got the music as my ointment
i’m a patriotic, atheistic anarchist, a walking, hypocritical s-d-st
to the church and the state, i am the cyst
that’s bleeding out society, but i won’t slip away quietly
k!llin’ off the enemy with a sense of camaraderie
cuttin’ off supply lines like a main artery
straight into the ground like link with some pottery
awfully sn0bbery gotten me wantin’ to clobber thee
several different personalities like i’m deadpool
f-ckin’ your b-tch in a turtleneck, i’m so cool
disintegratin’ the planet, motherf-cker, i’m goku
just the two of us enough to annihilate your whole crew
rah!

- young korgy

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