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young god - you're excused (joey bada$ diss) كلمات أغنية

[intro: wayne brady on chappelle’s show]

…is wayne brady gonna have to choke a b_tch? (crowd erupts with laughter)

[young god]

yeah!

come on!

woo!

i already k!lled the whole game
i promise you i’m not one of them no_names

[verse]

why yo whole f_ckin’ album rollout about me?
if i’m not worth yo time why you keep takin’ shots? you crowned king!
you don’t want to take shots at superman. you know you come for me, it’s gon’ get gory
a horror story, the horricore krishnamurti

mu’f_cka’ try’na be me, had to step his game up
funny how you try’na drive in my lane, what, with that lil’ kyrie change_up
how you let yo career get bodied by someone that ain’t came up?
funny how i’m at the bottom, but still you havе to aim up. (chyeah!)
sleepin’ in ya alleyway, poverty strickеn
he said they throwing stones like a glass house is where they livin’
mu’f_cka’ who? who is it bar_for_bar is slim pickins’?
say he spittin’ pentagrams, k!llin’ chickens. it’s big wiccan

spit witchery viciously, wickedly, wiccanry wit’ trickery
stickin’ my frickin’ d_ck in this frickin’ chick n’ it sickens me
these chickens, these… chicken heads running ’round in they cut_offs
i’m just goff, pullin’ out the pocket to get this nut off

my existence is actually blasphemy but it’s also just like the baptists, see
the baphomet baptizing the masses’ asses with mastery
classically. battle me. when i like a trick ass p_ssy it’s so sweet
you can just taste the sh_t before it even starts happening

like the calm before the storm, you can just feel it in in the air
‘for i let out this thunder and rain at your f_ckin’ hair
and entire galaxies_ no… universes i tear
and create new realities but consciousness is unaware

lookin’ down from my ascension of dimension with dominion, ants n’
not just the they look to me, but ants in they pants, they dancin’
’cause i’m sprayin’ at they feet. charles manson in a mansion
his brains on the curb make the pavement a d_mn canvas

the way his blood splatter on the concrete is a work of art
a marksman to a mark n’ a f_ckin’ spartan at heart
way i flip the script to a scripture it’s just me playin’ my part
elohim is carte blanche, an allah is a la carte
lookin’ at me like lazarus, askin’ yourself who rivals that of nazareth
the way i flip the script to a scripture n’ spit a picture that’s hazardous
i’ll say it again, i’m blasphemous ’cause i’m bodyin’ the god
who’s existence and position is nothing more than a facade

the messiah foreseen by the prophesyers of the mayans who wears the belt of orion
and a necklace with the eye of horus, spit morbus, sn_tch the chain of the pharaoh but higher
than the most high. when i say “amen,” “rrragh,” with krav maga
a monster unleashes. see, this is the sh_t makes allah shallah

yes, the ra hurakti and annunaki you f_ckin’, copy
more than just my story, you follow me, constantly you watch me
this verse came off_top me. tried to top me, try and stop me
a nuke can’t even stop me, kamikaze nagasaki

i k!ll a joey bad! you is not top five!
maybe meechy darko, and i took pro era dead, not alive
nah, p_ssies, it’s me. and f_ck you response or attention, hi
in muddy waters the lotus thrives, i bring a million locust hives

slay beast coast and odd future and resurrect they dead bodies
off with they heads like zombies, each one is a double hommie
sickle cell, i’m sick as h_ll, s_s_sw_swing that hammer, commie
dro_drop hammer on ‘eem. i’m thor, run to ya mommies

he thinks he enlightened! man, this woke buddha pest
finna’ catch (thoo, thoo, thoo, thoo, thoo, thoo) to and through his chest
against the holy roogr, boy you need a truer vest
you made verse of your career but not the year, boy you done messed up
more sing_a_poor, core four_door swingin’ swords
the lord’s lore of wars wards and goes four_score or more
tore doors, portal gore. snore from chloroform
form with hordes of boars bore from krishna, thor

hordes of borgs, forlorn scorn. i meant it’s dorm
somethin’ out the norm. mu’f_cka’, you is corn
foreign, yo b.m.’s p_rn is angelic like michael’s lorne
i’m just waiting for another false prophet to be born

bomb you with a mix of warfare biological and psychological
like the way the fabric of my soul’s fibers is like atomic skull
that make me like dr. manhattan, grip this mic and i indulge
bring a firestorm, rain h_llfire from the heavens upon your souls

bottles pop all molotov like mozel tov and holocaust
all of allah crossed me, now i’m the f_ckin’ boss
not islamic gods, i’m azathoth and yog_sothoth
azaroth metrion synthos, out the ears i froth

i promise, catchin’ these slugs from you and cordae is
like a tattoo, it’s forever and really quite painless
leave with no traces after we stain you with the stainless
you said you shoot me, you brainless. if i shoot you, i’m famous

the white king like viking. thundercracker, this god i’m smiting
it’s not gonna’ blow your brains, it’s gonna’ blow your mind whenever my 9 thing
start igniting, it don’t shoot bullets, it spits lightning
the burner burn like a seraph and incinerates you it’s so enlightening

them dumb rhymes you spit could never burn bright as the sunshine
and leave them blind when they witness it as much as that one line
i never even pontificated, it’s kept hidden down in my soul
it’s brighter than the light of god, but the darkness in my so shook, so cold

it’ll never make it out. and so, my flow is a black hole
law of attraction so attractive it’s pulls in gravity and eats yo’ ghost
then i sip the pacific and p_ss a whole f_ckin’ coast
then raise a glass filled with metatron’s blood, i propose a toast

then make metatron’s cube transform like megatron do
and the glock f_ck around and do how the decepticons do
play tetris with tetragrammatons, the grand architect
infinihedron, omnigrammaton, my god complex leaves god perplexed

the mad titan, i snap like thanos and smash the tesseract
crack it open just like i crack the matrix code and yes, in fact
i am in love with lord death, ain’t i such a great villain?
itachi, eat you, hibachi, pull up with the pain and let it rain, i’m willin’

[outro]

[young god]

oh… sh_t!

sorry!

i meant to body yo’ instrumental, not yo’ whole f_ckin’ career, b_tch

…but i guess i did that already, huh?

[clip from mavericks vs nuggets game on march 17, 2024]

irving, for the win…
oh my!
(oh, my god!)
oh my! a southpaw finish from kyrie irving!
just absurd!

- young god

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