Yasiin’s Interlude

They say the goodness in life belongs to those who believe
So…i believe

Yes yes yall, and it dont stop
To the beat yall, and it dont stop
A yes yes yall, and it dont stop

My pops said he was in love when he made me
Thought about it for a second wasn’t hard to see
I use the love they made me with to make rhymes and beats
And define elite, in its prime physique
12:11:17 my life is testament
And my soul belong to god but he be testing it
Slayin demons since a jit was a prerequisite
Glory holin they ain't know who they was effin wit
It’s so…easy does it like a cop with a pistol
To niggas on the block like clock work
Hand ticking in the same direction as the wrist go, just to make the rock work
What it mean when they say niggas “got work”
Everything’s a process
Even sittin here as I think of lines for the rhyme in my office
Life is scary like the lockness
And best believe if they invading I will load it up and cock this
Back to the music, that cybertruck roof is translucent, these niggas got a problem houston
And we prepare for war, cop the land make the floor plan
The enemy gon feed us till we pop, like a boy band
Got em with they cameras out, fishing for a coi fan
Talkin through hey telephone, knowing they avoid hands
American gangster, I spark the mink, the I spark the tree, then I start to think

I start to think and then I sink, into the paper
Like i was ink, when im writing im trapped in between the lines
I escape, when I finish the rhyme
Ayo, i start to think and then I sink, into the paper
Like i was ink, when im writing im trapped in between the lines
I escape, when I finish…

Oh oh love
L-o-v-e and i be love
L-o-v-e to m-c love
L-o-v-e and i be, the m-o-s-d-e-f-initely

And it dont stop