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young korgy - hip-hop heroes lyrics

[intro + young korgy]
what we appear to be entering is an age of the whack
an age of soulless, mass produced, ringtone rap
if we are to save this rap game, we must embrace the multisyllabic, the lyricistic
allow me to introduce, proudly, at only 14 years old, freyzure!

[verse + freyzure]
when i’m sittin’ here flippin’ this sh+t and
all i’m thinkin’ is that i’m just d+ckin’ around
‘til i heard this rap game was profound
all my lethal weapons make sounds that surround the vibin’
make it private, it’s mine to fly with
and i ain’t lettin’ n0body touch it unless they love it
‘cause these hip+hop heroes aren’t made of nothin’
were one to f+ck with, if you love it then thanks for comin’
but if you hate it, get degraded and turn your cuffs in
but this is the truth, don’t think that anybody knew
if it’s you, then it’s me, and with the caliber, the crew
so let’s do this, and yeah i said “my name is drew”
if you hate it, then get the f+ck out, you’re jugglin’ our troops
let us recoup, and begin these new actions
no matter what you feel, i’ll always have the passion
and you’re not gonna be the f+g who is laughin’
when i’m servin’ up lyrics that suit to the fashion
lost in these lyrical bad sins, it happens
when sad kids get pushed into cash pens
the last thing, why are you here?
your phony ass belongs on the edge of the earth somewhere
dead at the bottom of the ocean, sea with feces
the same race as you came out to be
but sorry for the rap sh+t, it happens
korgy and abandonation, you have this
[interlude + young korgy]
now this is not to say that our age is devoid of talent, or of realness to be found
for many in this age of the approaching whackness have talent to be applauded
tech n9ne and everyone at strange music, eminem and everyone at shady
johnny richter, hopsin, swizzz, the dirtball, dumbfounded, twiztid
and my homie, abandonation of the druidboyz

[verse + abandonationz]
i’m not a hero at all
i’m just a lyrical tyrant who doesn’t give a f+ck, pass the mic, i’m k!llin’ ‘em all
i’m goin’ in without the rubber, guess i’m bringin’ it raw
p+ssin’ my critics off, hopin’ that i fumbled the ball
but i’m tucked in with lower shoulders, steamrollin’ ‘em over
i’m crossin’ the line, hoppin’ tackles, they just watch me hover
fallen angel with the purpose to rise
you look in my eyes and see the determination inside
so i keep ‘em movin’ with no question to fail
tossin’ punches like a heavyweight, though physically frail
they ain’t ready for me, so it’s no wonder that i’m still undiscovered
the underground needs kings, them boys got it covered
try dethroning us, it’s off with your heads
‘til we say we’re finished, they’ll be still hatin’ us in the threads instead
they don’t know me very well, i’m a mastermind
i’m built for this bullsh+t, you clowns go practice your rhymes

[verse + young korgy]
these whack rappers produce sad patterns of cr+p data
and act like it’s black magic and past saturn
i’m bitin’ down, releasing’ venom like a mad adder
y’all need to rap badder, you at the level of an apprentice
i’m eatin’ breakfast, take a look at the guest list
and see the message that a bunch of peasants are in attendance
call me “mcenroe,” hit ’em in the b+lls like tennis
witnessin’ my penmanship is a blessin’
when you’re somewhere at the bottom like pants when undressin’
yo, welcome to phase two, it’s time to slay noobs and stay true
i gave a f+ck about the rap game, perspective changed
now it’s time to spit black flames and fly off on bat wings
know it’s the dopesick stoned pr+ck with the coke spit
know this, notice, i’m coldest with my brosephs
floatin’ and tokin’, deeper than oceans that boats in and roastin’ hoaxes
somethin’ like a bonus to blow this, you a blowfish
my whole fam dark side, pink floyd versus trash noise
spittin’ magical raps, i’m dovahkiin to these whack noids
they claimin’ that they clap toys but these rap boys are gettin’ spanked, oi
i been told i’m ayatollah with some mayan soldiers
i’m an srh stoner, wake and bakin’, early mornin’ like folgers
bolder than gun+toters, chokin’ out phony cobras ‘til they smokin’ and smolder
haha… tally up that dopeness, like rodeos we rope this
oh sh+t, yeah, i’m apple+jackin’ on you flim+flams
your slim scams ain’t sh+t to our big plans
we rock+rap odd cats attackin’ on a warpath like world of warcraft
any steppin’ in our lane gettin’ left in a bloodbath, i hope you got that

- young korgy lyrics

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