Yoshimitsu lyrics
by Mach-Hommy
[Intro]
Yo
Motherf*ckin' God, n*gga! I'm back!
Yo, y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah (yo)
Man, f*ck the government! You know what I'm sayin'? (haha, f*ck them motherf*ckers, man)
They always on some bullsh*t, f*ck that b*tch Hillary (they don't do sh*t for the hood)
Know what I'm sayin'? f*ck that n*gga Trump, man ([?] biatch)
That old motherf*ckin' wrinkly pig-skin motherf*cker
Check it, yo
[Verse]
It's the God, I'm liftin' up dresses
pus*y ass n*ggas never learn street lessons
Like Nas, I hope you get the message
Poppin' off TECs, rockin' bulletproof vests-es (drrr)
I put my left hand on the bible
n*ggas couldn't f*ck with me, 'cause I'm the devil's rival (yeah)
Think survival, it's kill or be killed
That's why I always be bangin' my steel, yeah
Shatter your divisions while I'm takin' your shield
We build and destroy visions while I'm takin' your bills
For thrills, let 'em know I ain't takin' no deals
Shoot a government official, let the missiles appeal (boom)
You lookin' all funny 'til I'm smackin' your grill
Stompin' your ass out, you paper napkin for real
My heart colder than a Buffalo chill
I'm Rick James, b*tch, why you frontin' you ill? (Rick James, b*tch!)
I'm in the middle of the monkey
Rockin' Jesus pieces and my ice is really chunky
In high school, I was a flunkie
f*ck up out my face before I shoot you out the country
Shots up out the Bugsy, all you b*tches love me
MCs couldn't touch me, not enough style
I smoke too much loud
My chain is like "bling", my wrist is like "blao"
My kicks is two-thou, my skills are like wow
You should bow down
You weak ass n*ggas couldn't f*ck with my sound
I'll make your queen smile
As a matter of fact, she in this b*tch right now
Ayo, the God been on some other sh*t, I'm f*ckin' your other b*tch
I took her on a trip to the mothership
Ayo, my flow hot like the oven mitt, I exile your covenant
Then whoop your ass, on some big brother sh*t (whooped your ass)
My sh*t is [?] never liked ya, smack you with the hand to smite ya
Left hand, then write your obituary quick
How you got flipped quick, you get your pop dismissed
If I miss? I'ma come back, I know you like the swish
Stupid b*tch, I'm always gettin' disrespectful
'Cause my TEC full as f*ck and I'm ready to wet you (brrr, blablao)
I do a n*gga dirty like Sprite, step on you like the white
You under pressure like pipes, blast the pipe
You f*ck around and get sniped
I do it 'cause I'm nice, and you just do it for the hype
I never pass the mic, so don't ask the God to pass the mic (huh? never ask me, n*gga)
If you don't think I'm nice, ask your wife (ask, motherf*cker)