Holy Grail ft. Yukmouth Lyrics

Nigga, Yuk up in this mother fucker

Regime life, nigga

Let's get it baby

Look, look

Zilla, I spit hot fire like dylon

You can Mobb Deep and I'm still beefin' like cygon

With the icon, cooler than LL with the mic on my right arm

I spit explosion like a pipe bomb, (Explosions)

You haters better let bygones be bygones

I choke you niggas to death like a python, don't fuck with me

Just run it up with me or catch this buck fifty

Cheek to cheek, I tell my shooters when to go like keep the speak

Sheesh, choppers sprayin' like an airbrush

You seemed to get real fucked up like Yeezy haircut

Don't come near us, nigga, only compare Yuk to the GOAT's

Pac, Biggie, Nas and Hov, Drake, Kendrick and Cole

Andre three triple o's, not the head of my class but still I'm on a roll

One of the last rappers left that still ain't sold his soul 'cross the globe

I keep on movin' like soul to soul, yo, (Yo, yo, yo)

What you see is the holy ghost and the holy grail

Roll an L, screaming fuck cancel culture and go Chappelle

What you see is the holy ghost and the holy grail

Roll an L, fuck cancel culture, go Chappelle, (Zilla)

Yeah

Most of you hope I fail but you know I'm ill, (Yeah)

And you can't lay a finger on me like a broken nail

Came in this bitch solely unnoticed, y'all mother fuckers know me well

I pull up ready with the scope and unload it, focused on only kills

Yeah, bitch you get folded like an envelope, gettin' rolled up and sealed

Posted and thrown in the mail

Y'all rather be so unveiled in this world like it's show and tell

But I noticed you fakes are like fairies, (Why's that)

'Cause y'all be growing tales

Yeah, I'm gonna be floatin' over you hoes like a UFO

I'm just so unreal, posted up like it's cloverfield

Y'all don't know who you poking, awoken me from my holy grail

Since y'all won't leave me alone, I say screw 'em all, you know the drill

Yeah, just for the record, I hit these notes but I'm no Adele

Bitch, I'm not someone old and stale

If I ever get thrown in jail, I would still release most of my LP's

And I bet in prison my shit would still blow up in sales

'Cause I promise to God I won't stop in this dominance

Watch when I'm dropping in, got me on top of my game like monopoly

Y'all pretend like I'm soft but I'm not, I'm possibly hard with the pen and confident

You cross me, I'll slaughter you bitch and drop you in a coffin again, (Yeah)

And it never made sense to change if my pockets thins

No one's giving me five minutes tops to hear what I'm offering

Which is probably why it's so obvious

Every knock of opportunity at the door, I always be walkin' in

35% of this album is better than what's poppin' in the game today

This autotune rap belongs in the garbage bin

These ten year old retarded kids look at rap and they start to spit

But it's not for the art of it, just the money they targeting

Man, it's awful as

Nah, fuck it, I'm off of this