(“line time…”) Yeah… Yak up in it one more again Pressure on the game watch the weak fold under it Tuning MCs to mannequins, stiff pose, plastic grin Truth hit different when the bars got iron in ’em Real versus fake, nonfiction, best listen Pinpoint precision leave your whole camp twitchin Conniption fit rhythm, heart rate skip when I kick it Every line cut surgical, cold hands, no gimmicks Yes Yak do Yes Yak did Yes Yak will Real beat fake every time, that’s God skill Sendin clowns to the afterlife dressed for the landfill Cheap crown, weak sound, whole style unstable Reincarnation? Boy what in tarnation Turn your Jesus piece Buddhist when the track get dangerous Need a second life if Yak the opposition Talk tough online then evaporate in collision Say what you wanna, make your little suppositions I stand firm, line in the sand, no switchin Hourglass flow, every grain got intention Frame the picture, set scripture, eternal recognition (“goddamn…”) Blasphemy naturally, Yak move masterfully Walk through bastards casually, leave casualties actually Pity damn shame, tell ’em rest in peace gracefully Weak bars melt down when they stand adjacent me Cremate haters, ashtray philosophy Most solid consistency consistently the best I be Try again, die again, brainwave obsolete Old firmware crash when the new wave speak New age flow on throwback beats Gold rope energy with the black Air Force crease Ten toes down while the cliché retreat You should study this game before you speak on me Man or machine? Cyborg Yak must be AI takin over but Yak fuck the machinery Everybody worship algorithms conveniently Still can’t replicate pain, hunger, or chemistry (“talk heavy…”) Rage let it breathe, channel energy properly Ali rope-a-dope the whole industry mockingly Okay doke, choke slow on the irony Need regular intelligence before artificiality Half these dudes got microphones but no identity Copy-paste souls movin with dependency I built mine brick-by-brick through adversity Now the whole room shake when they mention me Back-back-back on attack with the rapid-fire rhetoric Every syllable sharp enough to sever an impediment Predator etiquette, veteran intelligence Step in the ring get folded like paper settlements No sedative medicine helping your confidence I black out beats then resurrect dominance Who want war? Everybody quiet anonymous Till Yak walk in and remind ’em what a problem is 🎵 Line in the sand, I don’t break, I don’t benddddd… Whole damn game get exposed when the pressure settlessss… 🎵 🎵 Ten toes down while the fake world pretendssss… Yak still swingin like the fight never endssss… 🎵 🎵 Real stay real when the hype all diesssss… Weak hearts fold when the truth arriveeeeees… 🎵 🎵 We need real minds before artificial liiiiife… Yak bring the fire every motherfuckin timeeeee… 🎵
