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young korgy – a hazy state of mind كلمات اغاني

[intro]
korgy on the rhymes, turel on the beat
13-37, juggernauts

[verse 1: young korgy]
see i’m a strange dude with some different thoughts
lost on the fact that rap should be a chilling art
and not a smelly fart, like most these artists are
you see the lyrical limit could never be too far
it’s all in our imaginations who we truly are
not what the public sees, or makes you try to be
just do you and never enter in their grimy schemes
look at the clock and ask yourself what time it is

for me it’s 4:20, and i ain’t being funny
time to see the world through the eyes of flightless birds
ignore these people grabbing power with a wizard’s urge
and all these spoken words, i hear ‘em in reverse
it’s like a gift and curse to spit the dopest verse
‘cause when you spit with substance, you never get heard

never mind, ignore that
just some negative thoughts from a poor cat
gearing up for the warpath
got my mic, got my pen and my pad
let me take a couple puffs and i’m ready for that
i’m a drug dealer, but i ain’t selling crack
i’m just giving you rap
are you a cynic, critic, listener, or sycophant?
or you like me just smoking on the gifted plant?

hope you get a chance to show ‘em what you’re worth
a diehard dreamer been it since the day of birth
everything goes through cycles of binge and purge
which includes rap and the business world
binging on the whack for too long and it’s time to hurl
it’s a red alert when they see us coming up
they know their time is nearly done with all that swagger stuff
ain’t saying i’m the best, i know i brag enough
always sounding tough, but really i’m a humble guy
but even then, trust i got a dark side
don’t show it often, i try to keep it locked inside
just hope that i don’t hit the boiling point like tech n9ne
go demonic mode and then we’ll see who wreck rhymes

all these sh-t talkers acting like they west nile couple with a heart attack
thinking they’re the sickest when really they’re hypochondriacs
hearing ‘em rap is like being bored at the laundromat
like i give a d-mn about ‘em stacking racks on racks
how in the h-ll is that relate-able? how is it their taste?
who’s your target fan base? donald trump and bill gates?
i guarantee 90% of the people who bump this garbage rap
aren’t pulling in quote “racks”
this has been a little look inside the mind of a stoner
wake and baking like folgers, hoping that his lyricism is colder
just a piece of my mind state
here’s to hoping that somebody cops this mixtape

- young korgy

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