rob regis - yomygod lyrics
[intro: adlibs + harmonizing by soultree]
[verse 1: rob regis]
elect a god, that’s stapled to the rhythm
yes it’s rob, but i’m a vapor to the dissin’
what do you deserve? you better beg for me
i lost all ya’ll, but you in debt to me
been losing my ground [losing my mind]
losing what’s ’round [losing just time]
“can i really make it?” i ask the smoke
can i really take it? you dash the hope
so where, do i go, this road is lookin’ hollow
there’s way too many chiefs, with no indians to follow
so where, do i go, this road is lookin’ hollow
there’s way too many chiefs, with no indians to follow
[hook: rugodzilla + rob regis] (2x)
yo, my, god, i’m tripping pretty hard
turnin’ up that wu-tang, cl!ckin’ on that butane
gold diesel, diesel, meltin’ from that blue flame
that blue flame, that blue flame, yeah
been sick of all the sippin’, now we roll up
but every other time, you should po’ up
robby gonna have to get the flow up
but the zilla’s the only n-gga to throw up
we dancing on the edges if you let us
we really only ’bout that lettuce
and you’re never gonna catch us
you lookin’ like a n-gga to get your head bust- ugh
clown -ss n-gga, better get from ’round me
you really don’t, wanna throw a diss around me
if you b-tchy, trying to get p-ssy ’round me
gotta squad up, you gon’ miss the crown, g
i let ’em know, “get ’em high”
since ‘regi$ter’, i’m fessin’ up, you gotta stress the bucks
and let ’em die, recognize, my rhymes ain’t words- they weaponized!
[hook] (2x)
[bridge: soultree]
yo, my god, i’m trippin’ pretty hard
fire up that octane, my mind spins ’til i’m not sane
ain’t no road to follow, that’s a, pretty big pill to swallow
ain’t no time to wallow, you could lead or count your sorrows
but we, gon’ see, we gon’ see, who’s here tomorrow
but we, gon’ see, we gon’ see who’s here tomorrow
[verse 3: rugodzilla]
yo, rappin’ flows with a crown of th-rns, we the lost children of babylon
we streamin’ and scorin’ our consciousness, just to shock the m-sses like voltorb
d-mn, chuckin’ the game like zulu spears, fear? forget that, ugh
taggin’ it back, this starfleet, slash opposition
system we rippin’ like scotty la-pippen, they flingin’ them pedals
it’s kissin’ our feet, zilla street gods in our own given right
yeah, we tatted in the streets full of purgin’ virgins
peep the trails, we burnin’, you learnin’
it’s chief rocker ru-god, i’m wheelin’ and dealin’
pop tags, over raps, that we steadily k!llin’
relapse, over battles that we ‘ready be winnin’
relax, when you rat rappers lookin’ like krillin
d-mn, toast to the gods when you roll up
yeah, toast to the gods when we roll up
yeah, fearin’ god, hit a new maximum
bow your heads, pray to the new anthem…live
[outro: soultree]
yo, my god, i’m tripping pretty hard
turnin’ up that wu-tang, cl!ckin’ on that butane
gold diesel, diesel, meltin’ from that blue flame
that blue flame… (2x)
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