Flossin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My robotics is like punctuation, its automatica Most MCs suck like Dracula Bring my Cannibal Ox to a buck fifty massacre Animal cracker, box-cutter Expose the toys with a polaroid camera Word to amateur porn, I'll leave that ass torn Like a elephant's anus when the seed is born All the weed is gone, but I'm tokin' vocally Hopefully you'll understand my name's Yak, and that's poetry Spoken soulfully, broken word, pro life Hold mics, nigga what's the deal, like a low-life I jazz june, digable hype from rap tunes And blast goons to beats under half-moons R.I. peace to your wack crew I'm Top City Kings' ruler Back row, sing sin with crossbows and arrows In the lost place, identifiеd with painting the North Face With mad straps, bust mad caps, skinnies and fats In thе realm of white walls I go nuts, sho 'nuff The last dragon to breathe flames See the game through night vision 24/7 like Dunkin' Donuts [Chorus] Yo I'm flossin', I'm just flossin' I'm just flossin' Yo, yo yo So check it out, yo, yo, yo [Verse 2] I spit Tekken, word that'll herb your mid-section You scarred from bars in split seconds like Sagat's chest Flow style low profile, my name's Yak But I'm sort of a monster, so you can call me Lochness Main objective: take notes Cause I break quotes down to lies And tag the blame on scapegoats But who knew? Yak'll resurrect steps like voodoo Soon to be this world renowned sound genius That thinks with his brain, but I think with my penis So I pissed on Venus, took a shit on Jupiter Made hell freeze over and gave a ice pick to Lucifer Told him to break out, chill, smoke a cooly, Yak I'm assuming that you got the escape route booby-trap "You are correct sir" Then I pulled the spray can from my holster Like a old country western And started burnin' like dubs, TCK with fat Germans What's the outcome, you determine [Chorus] Yo [Verse 3] I'm always shore like the Coral Reef I'm type chillin' when I floss my teeth I'm type nice, precise with a mic in the fist Rip a tight verse, kid, hope you're likin' the shit, yo I'm ruthless, y'all niggas peep the inhuman hooligan Rhymin', and takin' too many hallucinogens Losin' my mind like I'm Truman But everything is peace like the '70s Or when I'm on ecstasy Much effort be put into this, look into this eye 'Tis I, the voice that creeps in your and makes you tremble Sort of a rebel, people say my brain's effected by devils And your girl's pickin' rose petals Dreamin' 'bout Yak, the semen of Yak Yo, you're dreamin' of that I'm gleamin' cats, niggas don't know I'm beaming back to Queens Back to Tatooine Yak Skywalker, I talk a- Lotta shit, first place in braggin' rights is somethin' I gotta get My options is full, pull shit out my ass in cycles Unbelievable shit, like the Bible Lyrical niceness, the vinyl is spinnin' Grinnin' with a sinister grin The minister men can't even bless me as nice as I can My demand is high, lyrically nice, precise Slice with precision I'm all up in your grill, while I'm blurrin' on your vision And that's Yak Skywalker, flossin' Everyday Trust me, I'm a doctor