Yakuza Lyrics

I'm here to bring rap back

To black Jordache jeans, Red Wings snap-backs

When blacks wore Pro-Keds and red backpacks

And whites did backspins and drove black Acs, or

The dopest rappers were Kane and G-Rap

Before niggas had iPads yo, or these apps. Listen!

You pay homage. I'm something like the sage Muhammed

Pushing rap beyond the age of the comet

The modern Tutankhamun, the voodoo shaman

Sittin' with the rapper Common eating noodle ramen

The type of dude that eats food with chopsticks

I brutalize dudes with moves and dropkick scars

I attack eight bars like ape bars

Great bars and beat tapes is how you make Sars

I make a great rapper brake like cop cars

Reception on my phone is great. I got bars

I make a Christian ponder Christian Ponder's errant arm

And whether Farrakhan's paragon is fair or con

All of my breakdancers go put on a pair of Cons

I'm all for second chances, put on a pair of cons

I rock mics like a Jordan endorsement

My hot wife looks gorgeous in corsets

You're not like me, poorly supported

My ill concepts get aborted and forfeit

I was raised on gangster rap

Got a lot of bad habits thanks to that

Get compared to B-Rabbit? Shanks for that

I used to share my tapes of Ant Banks with cats