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letra de yeshivishe mozart - young rechnitz

[intro: krm grocery manager]

are you crazy?
are you out of your mind?
don’t you understand what’s going on out there?

[verse 1]

rosh yeshivois taina that i’m bad for the avir, like a cfc
rebbe on vacation i’m going out reckless (reckle-less), no g&g
by the way i go by the name of young rechnitz, almost forgot to say hi, and if you can follow my train of thought i don’t blame you cuz’ neither can i
al kol ponim my passion is rapping, i got no zitz fliesh so my pants are baggy
and every other zman i was back in the gass like a jack in the box, i just stopped unpacking
first day of school my menahel tried to talk he was like “welcome back everybody- wait what’s that stench though?”, cross eyed sfardi in the back with a trench coat, jotting lyrics down on my arm with a pencil
this beat is hot as yad soledes boi, when i picked it up i had to put it back down i almost burnt my hand i’m like “ooh it’s hot”
people been waiting on me to release all these singles like bmg on erev tu-bishvat
but i had your ear like van gogh’s vaiber, since you heard that “shalom-chikka-shalom shalom greenspans here”

[chorus]

my rebbe always said i’m an ois varf
he would slap me and call me a shoita
misunderstood all my life it was so hard
now i’m the goat, the yeshivishe mozart

[verse 2]

i’m back in this moisid, (whoo!) i’m back in this moisid i’m packing, and when i say packing i don’t mean to go to the catsk!lls, shoita
i stay with the strap like a lubab (ooh-ah!) [gun c-cking]
i keep one in the chamber like an evil poritz
so do not approach me if you do not- ahhh! hold it, hold it [paper crumpling]
anshuldigs, my trigger finger is k!lling i think i pulled it
where was i? nochamol [rewinding sound]
do not approach me if i do not know you, like “vos is dayn numan?”, assuming i’m friendly, cuz i’m not from neuman’s and i could go crazy, i’ll go full behaimas
i aim and i shoot and i reload [machine gun sounds] i’m rolling with real life kanoi’m
and pashtus we can get it popping like pashkez potato chips
only two things that i fear (feer) is aibishter and tish

[bridge / chorus]

(are you crazy?!?) aha, aha, so….. you rap music, aha i hear i hear
call me crazy, call me a shoita
still i’m the goat the yeshivishe mozart

[verse 3]

i used to be a broke yungerman, now i’m balling, but i ain’t a balhabos, never will be
matter fact i might just drop a moisid on 7th, they say it’s for the cheese but i do it for a ‘leben’
and i grada got a lotta yungerlite who gotta pay for baby bottles and it’s not like they’re the kav to prav and wear the pradas that the balleibattim bought them
al-kol-ponim-v’oifen i’m one in a ‘toisen’ (whoo!)
try to walk in my shoes, you’re really gonna wanna try to run in my hoizen? you must be chol hamo’ed tripping
i fly a teef-kite
bachurim been sleeping on me like i’m 2nd seder during soif zman
now they’re salty
cuz’ they see me on the mizrach vant
atarah dripping like a mikvah towel, whot

[outro]

you fat balleibatim are not gonna learn, are you?
mufga…
i see you kuching!
i see you wishing i’d flub up
i just give you a k’nip on the cheek and wish you hatzlocha
shoitas

- young rechnitz

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