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yung teez-r – the sequel to track one lyrics

[intro]
those of you know me well, know that i am open to listening to many different types and genres of music, provided i don’t get bored in the process of listening. and as such, i am a great believer in making cl-ssics, or that which is cl-ssical. i mean, it only makes sense, right? i hope you understand what i’m getting at right now…
yung t–z-r
hahahaha, i’m here!

[1st verse]
i’ve rarely heard this turned into a rap joint
rest -ssured this ain’t gon’t be a trap joint
worked to put myself up on the map boy
till they know that boy, that he don’t slack boy, so don’t you ask boy!
can’t say it enough i just love what i do
feeling at home when i jump in the stu
that will explain if they start to want beef
from the time that we meet, they won’t keep it discreet
notice the hate in their blank stares
i was elevated, they were stuck down there
that was back then, imagine now
on my own levels i’m holding it down
i’m here on the scene with a flow unrivalled
ain’t american they acting like i’m idle
look, i ain’t lazy n-gg-, what you saying n-gg-?
psycho -n-lysis, kid need dialysis
[hook]
cause i’m way too ill
all these beats i kill
so boy i will
have you wishing that you wrote your will
you can’t match my skill
on the mic, better check yourself twice –
1-2-1-2-3-4
3-2-1 …

[2nd verse]
here i go again
wanna stop me? you will have to take the words right out of my head
like soul i got a grip on determination, i don’t think you understand
so lemme help you comprehend
the man, you hear in your ear
i am neither there nor here
i’m in my own atmosphere
i do this like i got the manual
irony – my sh-t’s automatic
it’s funny when you’re the solution
yet they treat your flows as problematic
they can’t solve it, when my soul vents
try to burn my flow you left with residue
haha, the chemists might get it
like hitting it raw and getting infected

[hook]

[3rd verse]
lift off now
you better watch the sp-ce:
only way to recognise a star
put the plan in place
then i kept on track, that’s all
kept training
so they could never de-real me
i drop perpendiculars, got the right angle
with bars. these rappers left mentally strangled
you don’t want that kind of hickie
that chain will leave you suckas dizzy
and that’s a permanent impression
type that’s bringing careers to their ending
supa hot flow means you under fire
when i’m flame throwing in the booth
and the truth is, i don’t even do this for the wealth
as for the people thinking i’m doing this for my health?

[final hook]
nah man: i’m way too ill
all these beats i kill
and boy i will
have you wishing that you wrote your will
you can’t match my skill
on the mic, better check yourself twice
1-2, 1-2-3-4
3-2-1, repeat that
cause i’m way too ill
all these beats i kill
and boy i will
have you wishing that you wrote your will
you can’t match my skill
on the mic, better check yourself twice
1-2, 1-2
1-oh stop

- yung teez r lyrics

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