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letra de fuck astrology (but the stars made me great) - young korgy

[verse – young korgy]
from me, mo’ bars equals mo’ scars
for all these emcee frauds actin’ so hard
like they hop, swizzz, and jarren, ’bout to go off
but like an 18-wheeler, take a load off
y’all ain’t studied this wizardry physically
like gza, vividly spittin’ history similes
rappers just rappin’ to rap and pitchin’ mimicry
it’s no originality (aye!)
got me sneezin’, sick of these allergies (aye!)
cold, frigid mortality (aye!)
and that’s a stiff from my spits if they battle me (aye!)
am i doin’ it right? like these man-purse rockstars pursuin’ the mic?
but i ain’t dissin’ in particular, just spoofin’ the hype
but the younger generations went and ruined it, right?
but not really, hip-hop is never losin’ the fight
this is our genre, y’all can keep that lucrative tripe
but i can’t lie and say i’m never bumpin’ mainstream rap
i like a couple uzi tracks and other kids from the trap
at the end of the day, it’s about bein’ yourself
don’t be a copy-clone, just release yo delf and speak yo wealth
heat-seekin’ sh-lls if you speakin’ unwell of the motherf-ckin’ king of h-ll
better believe that i got the belt without leavin’ the shelf
sittin’ on the bench but i’m playin’ the best
i’m on the offense, hopin’ all i say is offensive
but f-ck the critics placin’ some bets and thinkin’ that i’ll relent
i’m never sellin’ out or dumbin’ down, i’d rather be plummet bound
but i’ll keep my lyrics excellent until i’m underground
oh wait, i am underground
but i’m in the sky, ’cause i bring that f-ckin’ thunder sound
quit? i’d rather be bound and water drowned
and tossed in a mound where my ass’ll never be found
think i ain’t wit’ the sh-t ’cause i’m from a small town?
beat my ass, i’ll come back like a saiyan at full power
like storm with a thunder shower, mario with a fire flower
never to be replaced like rodie was terrance howard, but i’m better like don cheadle
ain’t famous as jesus or the beatles, but like bishop, i got the juice
say my name three times, i’ll appear and throw you off the roof
i’m betelgeuse as a white dwarf, the ghost of a star
yet try’na send my shine as far as the light from a pulsar
speakin’ of dead stars and juice, get a blender, biggie and proof
mix in a little danny rand and set the iron fist loose
i’m a gamer-nerd on the surface, repurpose lore for my verses
i’ve never believed in curses, but mine is to be a wordsmith
my words are worth it, immersive, engraven runic like cirth is
on blades that’ve slain many, they’re furnace forged and i’m dwarvish
phrases fluent like cursive and i flow fluid like porpoises
f-ck a destiny, i’m born for this
f-ck astrology, but the stars made me great
ask tyson or carl sagan if your brain is in the shade
more like aesop than waka, but i’m hard in the paint
and this pen is my sword, you can feel the pain in my blade

- young korgy

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