LYRIC FOR SALE

By Yugen

Oh hey, check this remarkable brain thoughts running my way like Usain.
New strain of a rapper who bang so hard his bars would get props from Wu Tang.
3 girls 2 blunts 1 lane, in the free world we bump feng shui.

We all try and fail but some go dry and stale high as hell tryna fly a whale.
You in the lions lair, i got my fangs out, I'm catchin mighty air, you ain't a thang now, I'm out here fightin bears, I got you layin down, givin you a psycho stare like killin you is paramount.

Yeah I air em out, so i can tear em down, when I'm finished these bitches gon be scared of sound.

See I represent the next wave, the segue between you and I is headspace.
These rappers dumber than a pile of old rubber, your flow shudder every time the bro show up.
And I'm the goat brother, the road runner, i show thunder no wonder they all stiff like cold butter.

No baggage no clutter, every damn thing I say will leave a boy cut up.
No friends no lovers no stutters no mothers just brothers no others.

I come in like a nut, and go swim I'm the first one to make a slut buckle and go limp.
You a lost puppy, I'm the Doberman flow king its no thing boy I'm magical you're a dope fiend.