(“oof bangas…”) (“yak in action…”) Yeah… Mos Jeph. YAK. Selene Vale. (“she love me… she love me not…”) She love me, she love me not Rose petals fall while the bassline knock You married to the game, I can’t make you stop Still chase your name when the whole world watch She love me, she love me not Hearts get tangled at the tippy top Everybody want forever till the pressure too hot Still we dance through the chaos nonstop Yak in action— still movin, never paused once Oof Bangas soundtrack while the weak duck Bars fly over heads, over heels, over budgets Everybody want flavor but can’t stomach abundance Three square meals off a sixteen cadence One mic mine, no cosign savin Tippy-top flow don’t stop, can’t quit No shot clock pressure when the whole room bent To the bank in the vault, true love locked up Single but married to the game, no prenup Hip-hop slick chop hard rocks another banger Y’all microwave waves, Yak volcanic danger Why they wanna hear me down? Probably ‘cause I move while they drown in they doubt Frodo solo dolo through the Mordor smoke Can’t go where Yak go—souls lose hope Oopsy Daisy— your flow so lazy Mine Atlantic wavy, Atlantis born crazy Prayin mantis stance while I dismantle imitators Every verse hit different like dimension elevators Wax on, wax off— Miyagi discipline Mind sharp enough to split atoms with a whisperin Black belt cadence, clinch game vicious Everybody online but nobody this gifted Edison switch flip— light bulb moment I illuminate rooms while these dudes stay dormant National treasure with the pressure of a myth Still talk slick like I built the whole script Jay said “check cheddar” food inspector rhetoric I inspect whole eras, your bars genetically delicate Shaolin posture with the slow-breath focus While weak rappers overdose on fake toughness Click-clack syntax mismatch flow acrobatics Backpack black magic crack static through traffic Half these rap cats act hard then panic I write pain in calligraphy while they tweet aesthetics Goddamn— Game so buttoned up Don Draper charisma mixed with gutter luck Servant leader energy, free jewels when I speak But if you move snake-ish, I turn wolf in the streets “Come hither, Mr. Smithers” cold winter cadence Bah humbug Grinch with a heart still dangerous Smile through the pressure while the whole scene fold Keep up or get crushed by the weight of the soul She love me, she love me not Late nights burn while the speakers pop You boys too gone when the rhythm lock But I still sing your names through the rooftop fog She love me, she love me not Diamonds and doubt in the same heart box Everybody want gold till the glow feel lost Still we move through the fire nonstop Tuck ‘em in— bedtime stories no allegories They don’t know me, Yak low-key legendary But when I spit dragons scatter from the radius Too hot— basic bots turn binary instantly Zero-one-zero-zero— system failure Iglesias smooth when I step near danger Baby I could be your hero one night only Then vanish in smoke while the crowd still quote me I seen brilliant minds die needin applause Seen fake kings get worshipped ‘cause they loud Meanwhile Yak build temples from scraps and hunger While I write scriptures for the lost and younger Ain’t it funny how genius feel isolatin? Whole room cheer but internally vacatin Still we create ‘cause survival need beauty Even when the algorithm try reducing us to data loosely But nah— we too alive for that Too much soul in the grooves and the hi-hat cracks Selene sing pain like a cathedral choir Yak spit flames till the whole booth fire She love me, she love me not Still throw roses at the stage we rock True love locked in a beatbox vault And we ain’t gon’ stop… nah… we ain’t gon’ stop.
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