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rush hour (band) - yikes كلمات أغنية

[instrumental]

[verse 1: mc kelso]
they call me kelso; the mc master
i’m just a young b_st_rd
you won’t catch me high and plastered in the middle of a weekday, ’cause i don’t play
spittin’ bars like it’s a relay; if i do say
i got my girl who gives me bj’s whenever i say
everybody tells me “behave” ’cause of my childish ways (uh)
but i’mma sit back and keep doin me, (uh)
there ain’t nothin’ i would rather be (uh)
when i was younger, i couldn’t get over my hunger for greatness
i be in the neighborhood; i just be skatin’
freebasin’ like a free man ’cause i had no rules, ain’t have no patience; didn’t know what to do (uh)
i be blastin’ a$ap rocky, maybe schoolboy q
when mac hopped on on the mic, all the sh_t he said was true
so, i just take it day by day, and piece together the clues

ridin’ down to the homie’s crib to smoke some more blue [?]
i ain’t trippin’ on n0body; i ain’t wastin’ no time
i’m just tryna get this music, man; i been on my grind
yeah, these verbs that i be spittin’; they be so divine
everybody always rushin’, but i ain’t got nothin’ but time

[verse 2: mc kelso]
i said “yikes!” to gettin’ drunk off mikes
i got two blonde dyk_s who like to f_ck around and get in fistfights
i’m about to take flight on this long journey ahead of me
i hope i can find some blessings; something to make life better, please
but that’s just kelso for you
murdering the mic like i got a sense of euphoria
the b_tches’ name is gloria
i bet she’s never heard of you
that’s why i’m here to murder you
like a no lifer called me the pied piper
i’m just playing the game, puttin [?] my name
‘cuz at the end of the day, this music sh_t is so lame
but dont you blame me for the way the cards play
just remember that it’s all about the player; stop hating the game
[verse 3: mc chop]
if kelso in the hov lane, then i’m in the all_speed lane
cuttin up, swervin traffic through on the freeway
call me c_h the o_p
from the o_h with st__ze
i spit hot sh_t, it’s like 400 degrees, that’s heat
and this sh_t is a wrap like some optimos
i get on stage, these p_ssy rappers foldin’ like some dominos
i dive between her legs like geronimo
i k!ll em over audio, the frequencies on higher tones
and i can k!ll it any way that you want me to
but i’m a reaper, ain’t no maybe, i gots to do it
if someone put me to the challenge i gots to prove it
it’s way more than just rappin, this sh_ts some music
illicit rhymes, explicit bombs, i’m gettin the grind
and we treat em like some pigs, turn em straight into rinds
i gets high everyday & like alls the time
i k!ll the beat and the p_ssy, i make em both mine
walk the path of the righteous, no room for restriction
vincent in the shadows, smooth moves with precision
twisted like mia, dance floor’s my addiction
in this tarantino script, i’m the main jurisdiction

[verse 4: mc chop]

uh, so what you think about that?
i could kick another rap, but i’m too high to bounce back like that
so better fasten up like tight straps on backpacks
i’m doper than a bong next to an eighth sack
this sh_t old school like a f_ckin’ 8 track
this beat hittin’ harder than a f_ckin’ belt smack
so f_ck up out my face cause you can’t kick it like that
yeah f_ck up out my face cause you can’t kick it like that
[verse 5: mc kelso]
i’m spittin’ some numbers, but i never went to college
view my lyrics from a verse, feel like [?] honest, modest, obviously
i’m in a state of promise
and i promise you i got this, you can put it on my momma
they ask me what i’m chasing, and i tell them inspiration
i’m just facing all my problems, i will never be complacent
i live my life adjacent
we started in the bas_m_nt
yet we ain’t seen no payments
i’m just hoping we can make it

- rush hour band

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