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letra de turn it off - young korgy

[intro – young korgy]
swag!
swag!
swag!
swag!
swag!
turn it off!
they hatin’
‘cause i’m too
straaange!
haha!
young korgy!

[verse – young korgy]
i’m really feelin’ like the homie rittz said it the best
y’all thinkin’ that you’re different, but you’re same as the rest
you’re a mess, ‘causin’ stress for the best of the best
all them kids think you’re dope when you’re average at best
it’s a savage event when you’re trapped in the tent
and the animal’s outside, ‘bout to ravage your hеad
after that, you can never bе a maverick, you’re dead
it’s the end, do i gotta say again that “you’re dead?”
no more payin’ the rent and no more depression to vent
no more braggin’ ‘bout your swagger when them f-ggots around
no more laggin’ in a drag and no one’s sad that you’re passed
i’m finna light you up on fire ‘til your skinny jeans are fried
‘til i go and take a p-ss in your snapback, it’s dry
and your cadillac is mine, i got aflac, it’s fine
gave it to mayhem, told him “go ‘head, drive!”
“take it for a joyride, if you wreck, alright!”
now follow me home, we finna rock with jay rock
with the awkwardest talk and got the flow of a hawk
i’m ‘bout to wash the game up with a smock and a mop
i’m the hip-hop cop they always talkin’ abot
policin’ the beats like the streets if they knock
we gotta keep ‘em in stock like a box full of ganj
‘til i’m at the top of my job with the opera doctor (uh-huh!)
‘til i bust on these duds with the god of odd chakras (cha!)
you can bet your white or black ass that i will not stop
‘til i’m a cloud of dust or i’m outlined in chalk
[interlude – young korgy]
from now on, none of you motherf-ckers are allowed to say “swag”
only lil b is allowed to say “swag”
anyone else says it, i’ma f-ckin’ hurt you!
haha!

[chorus – young korgy]
f-ck swag, turn it off, man, we had enough
swag, swag, yolo, major label, one-hit wonder
we solo dolo, independent, underground thunder
f-ck swag, turn it off, man, we had enough

[verse – xylan]
flying soldiers wielding aimless daggers, swagger
sell your weed and soul until your fame is all that matters
see it’s the same lame platter, fast, quick fixin’, no nutrition
l!ckin’ on the same punchlines, a simpleton’s addiction
our generation loves a limited edition
but can’t conjure up attention if the resistance depended on it
the beast has its mouth full but yields an empty stomach
empty conscience, tries to p-wn it, choking on its own acidic vomit
tried to ponder and wander and wonder if hip-hop is a new rock’n’roll
about to be overrun by these punks, they locked in the hole
we put money in their wallets when they pickpocket the soul
and proceed to use ignorance to fuel the rocket they stole
pseudo-intellectuals roam the planet in the year 2025
the age of information died long before the sirs and madams surmised
the destiny is a fallacy mobilized by superstition and lies
my stash has got the suggestion of a straight-edge plan
just a double-edged sword held in the hand of an unspoken man
[chorus – young korgy]
f-ck swag, turn it off, man, we had enough
swag, swag, yolo, major label, one-hit wonder
we solo dolo, independent, underground thunder
f-ck swag, turn it off, man, we had enough

[verse – mcclain]
my name is mcclain and my addiction is k!lling swaggots
f-ck swagf-gs, they get teabagged
i don’t mean to brag, i spit hot slag and i throw it up, ohio flag
i’m puttin’ rappers in body bags, they’re sh-tty, i need a doggy bag
i light my blunt then i take a drag
these swagf-gs more annoying than jetlag
i don’t need the beat to prove that i’m the dopest
but it helps suppress the mind like brain hypnosis
i’m ferocious, in doses, my flow sorta like moses
you a fat f-ck, whose got swag? go munch on another hostess
cooties in the particles that i spit, that’s why i say “i’m the grossest”
they call me a “pot addict,” talkin’ sh-t from yo attic
i say “come face to face,” but you can’t face without a base to calm my acid
why do you try? why do you try?
all i hear is “why? why? why? why do i try?”
i’m independent, need no label, i’m a legend, you’re a fable
put me in a mental hospital, my brain is so unstable
dippin’ like a ladle after i choke you out with a cable (cable!)
[chorus – young korgy]
f-ck swag, turn it off, man, we had enough
swag, swag, yolo, major label, one-hit wonder
we solo dolo, independent, underground thunder
f-ck swag, turn it off, man, we had enough

[verse – big shir]
godd-mn, b-tch-ass better get a grip
i’m fittin’ to flip and body bag this b-tch
spittin’ on kids like i’m mad at this sh-t
what they say in they rhymes don’t matter and sh-t
i’m climbin’ this ladder, don’t matter, i’m p-ssed
like i’m drunk as a f-ck and that clatterin’ b-tch
that never shuts up when i’m handlin’ sh-t
you ain’t got swag, you just handlin’ sh-t
f-ck is this here? just open your ears
and when i get near, you know that i’m here
f-ck lil wayne, f-ck drake and you too
f-ck facebook and your feed and youtube
“but shirgrimm, why you gotta be so rude?”
shut the f-ck up, just be glad it ain’t you
don’t know what the f-ck i been through
and i don’t know what the f-ck you been through
these swaggin’ ass-clowns ain’t nothin’ but see through
hip-hop’s in the underground with me and you too
hahahahaha!
ya punk b-tch!

- young korgy

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