(“check me out…”) Yeah… Mos Jeph. YAK. (“line time…”) Yak on the mic, kinda tired, still lethal Walk in half-asleep still out-rap whole people Archimedes feed me these beats, geometry genius Build worlds from looseleaf, sacred texts, and adhesives Bee’s knees when Yak hit pavement Street sermon cadence, every breath got weight in it Sweet Jesus Reese’s Pieces, thesis too strategic Your favorite rapper panic when the real get cinematic Magellan with the compass broke, still found ascension No GPS needed, instinct and intention Mention my name? Better bow with respect then Flow so wet they gotta put cones by the session Drip-drip— wet floor, mop bucket aesthetics Cleanup in aisle seven, every bar forensics Murder scene rhythm, gasoline in the nostrils Weak MCs disappear soon as the gods move hostile Current move downstream, upstream, sideways Rap shape-shift, morph patterns through timelines You try stoppin me? Impossible physics Like holdin back oceans with your palms while they shiftin Boom bap snap-back, backpack black magic Every cadence handcrafted, language acrobatic Smithsonian bars, museum glass classics Half these dudes recycled, expired, outdated plastics I’m in the basement with philosophers and jazz heads Tryna make truth feel alive through the tracklist Meanwhile algorithms keep manufacturing catfish Artificial passion wrapped inside aesthetics (“goddamn…”) King’s castle— these bastards barely matter Detassled corn rappers all chatter no stature Swing batter-batter, Yak knock thoughts through rafters You a court jester, I’m the throne room master Y equals MX plus B You a straight line, I’m a spiral G Fractal mindstate, sacred geometry Every loss transformed into divine poetry Needle in the haystack, snapback low Boom bap heartbeat through the black snow Obi-Wan Neo son, code in my bloodstream No red-blue pill fake freedom gon’ free me You livin simulations built from validation I seen whole identities collapse from affirmation Born again every time pain hit the pavement Find God accidentally while survivin devastation Fast pocket— Look— I don’t just rap, I transmute pressure Turn existential dread into group investments Every verse stretchin outside linear metrics While weak rappers still flexing rented necklaces Professor Yak in session, attendance mandatory Mos paint apocalypse scenes like allegories Eyes low, mind racing, train smoke thoughts Tryna write one perfect line before the clock stop Lego blocks turned empire architecture Built from broken confidence and raw lectures Archimedes told me “move planets with leverage” Now I walk stages with a force-field presence Style so old it became new through resurrection Every era steal from the gods without mention I ain’t bitter though— history cyclical Every generation need a voice this visceral Check me out— Yak on the mic still dangerous Mos with the cosmos inside every language shift Boom bap heartbeat, bloodline alchemy Real rap back, y’all witnessing mastery Check me out— Current flow can’t be contained Two mad scientists bring lightning to the frame Find God, lose ego, rebuild from the ash Real art last forever, weak trends crash I done seen fame turn men artificial Seen pure hearts become corporate officials Everybody want immortality till the mirror talk back Then the soul get fragile under all that Me and Yak still movin with a code though Every beat treated sacred like a dojo Wordplay blackbelt, pressure point precision Every syllable calculated with intention Rip Pop-Tart rap, microwave gimmicks Fifteen-second attention spans, algorithm scrimmage Meanwhile I’m buildin cathedrals from rhythm You just trend-hop fishin for a mention Straight to the top, can’t stop ascension Even exhaustion couldn’t weaken ambition Kinda tired still cooked your whole coalition That’s divine intervention mixed with raw intuition So when the dust settle and the timelines fracture Who really built somethin timeless from the madness? Probably two weirdos obsessed with the craft Tryna make the human spirit echo through wax (“line time…”) Yeah… Professor Yak. Mos Jeph. Smithsonian flows forever.
