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yeahtim - freshest bars of my whole career part 2 lyrics

[verse 1]
i fight like tyson, you bite like tyson
i see myself in you, it’s very exciting
very enticing the way i make the mic spin
i got all the shine, you wonder where the lights been
i’m not an elephant, but i’m built like one
and you tryna step to me looking like a toothpick, son?
i forget half my bars, imagine how good i could’ve been
i don’t follow foolish trends, bunch of hooligans
my mad lips will make you meet your doom again
like madvillainy part 2, see you soon, my friend
the loot’ll spin, that’s what i call a cash flow
make waves like cuban missiles in the days of castro
i’m astronomical, you’re just comical, but n0body laughing
the only place you belong is in my trash bin
no one cold as me, they say i’m a cold emcee
so cold i’ll make your nose hairs freeze
perform on stage, make the front row sneeze
cause i’m blessed like that, that’s a twist ending
like me finishing the knot of a trucker’s hitch
but never finishing the rhyme
i’m about as smooth as deller production
build bars on bars, that’s a stellar construction
then i come back and say i’m with a trucker’s b-tch
just so i can finish the line
still checking to see if you paying attention
i just wanna see your facial expression
pick a spot anywhere and i’ll face you there
even my facial hair grows its own facial hair
put it on fire and it won’t burn out
that’s the source of my power, you gon’ learn now

[break]
this the part where i breathe

[verse 2]
punch every instrumental, that’s some beat boxing
don’t lose sleep over gossip, so keep talking
mention my haters 5 times to prove how i don’t care
if you see me in the streets then please don’t stare
cause i never leave my room, and that’s a fake copy
you’se a fake fan if you really thought that was me
put myself in jail only to p-ss around my mixtape
gather ’round in the yard, but slow down, i didn’t say milkshake
must be talking ’bout stadiums when you say i sold out
more packed than vacation bags when i go out
with every rhyme i spit i break it down
but i don’t have the luxury of breaking down
cause i’m the general, gotta make tough calls
like attempting connection with a phone from 1994
and that’s the same year i was born
what a glorious day and you already know
same day as orlando, but i bloom more
feeling like i’m walking in heaven on this blue floor
stack taco sh-lls on top of taco sh-lls, aye amigo
my pink diamonds so fly, they flamingos
i swear i’m not a man, i’m mac miller
all my songs lack filler, my tracks iller
every rapper give me a headache, especially myself
they are just pieces of paper, you can have my wealth
all they want is for me to be brutally honest
truth be told i got no money, make it rain chocolate
still pretend like i got lot of sixes, that’s elementary
my rhymes are fluid, go deeper than the seven seas
still i wonder more than eight times a day
make no sense, but my songs gets tons of plays
don’t give me ratings, i want your reactions
the meanest sh-t you can tell me is just a fraction
of what i’ve done told myself, i’m numb to it
you think you can get to me? you dumb stupid
get at me, i fiend of people firin’ shots
i can’t even finish this rhyme cause i got writer’s block
i have no idea what the h-ll i’m doing
now this entire sh-t is ruined

- yeahtim lyrics

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