Letras
Yesterday
All my troubles seem so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Haha
It's an evil world
It's an evil world
Oh yeah it's an evil world man
Come on let's show em
Welcome to an evil world
Where i'm shade in the spotlight and crimes make it hard to not fight
Buckshot, straight to the dome
Someone tell God i'm missing times of shalom
Sunny days with a snow cone yeah it sound nice
But we get phone calls bout mice in our life
Bout time, that i'm on my own
Peeps jumping up and down through all my shows
I'm the best lyricist
With aggressiveness, exorcist of pessimist tryna destroy my regiment bredren
Veteran of dead presidents
All my old friends irrelevant
I bet they're remembering the deep genesis
Of the next coming rapper
He couldn't come faster
Most hated but now I see that it don't really matter
As sharp as dagger
Now they see i'm at the top of the ladder
Crying of laughter
It's the master of the rappers
The rhymer with the age of a minor
Walk across town with my clique in full black attire
I'm higher, desire to be the best even after I retire
But for now imma cut to the choir
It's the type of the shit you hear in the back of the bus
It's the type of the music you hear we fucking em up
It's the type of the music for the rich
NAC EL SUAVE just stole your fucking bitch
Til resurrection fuck rappers
Dungeon breathing dragon cabalistic
Fire out the mouth what i'm spitting
Eloquently exquisite
In a pond i'm fishing
One thing to understand is that i'm never missing
So we write past the margin til my flows are gorgeous
Til I pay life supplies of a family mortgage
Aim it at your orange with a banana clip
Rappers funny acting like they can catch a hit
But they can't catch shit, even with a mitt
So I make em quit til their fanbase no longer exist
Cuz i'm the sickest, dismissive, delinquent
Mess with me um rethink it
Can't see my future even with your lenses
But I possess distress for your ears
Make it clear, top tier, pioneer of the steel you hear for years
Aim it at your orange with a banana clip
Rappers funny acting like they can catch a hit
But they can't catch shit, even with a mitt
So I make em quit til their fanbase no longer exist
Cuz i'm the sickest, dismissive, delinquent
Mess with me um rethink it
Can't see my future even with your lenses
But I possess distress for your ears
Make it clear, top tier, pioneer of the steel you hear for years