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Yu (Chinese surname) (Chinese: 余) Yee (surname) (simp. 叶, trad. 葉) -- variants Yee, Yeh, Yip/Ip, Yap, Yapp more »

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Look for me
I be up in the stars
With that Dreamworks kid
Just fishing for bars
I slip and I drop
Stop in orbit
I pop
Then I Fall back and sink into tar
Change state like the plate on bonds luxury car
A double 0 without the 7
I’m broke
Down and treading
We spoke bout what’s trending
Communicative spar
Sat me down, like kid if you wanna go far
You better listen to your elders cause we wearing our scars
Let me teach you about the world before technology mars
Your perspective in life hold on bring in the guitar
I got distracted
Now don’t let em catch you slacking
Bet your ass you learn to mask it
Take a lease out on a casket
Lit a joint and then he passed it
Saying
Young blood
My son
You must pick up and run
Before they squeeze with the gun
On your knees bullet sponge
Index
And thumb stretch
To form techs
With apex
On my specs
I stay flexed
Soon he thumbs the hammer down
Pop from his lips
See my blood on the ground
And he unloads the clip
Blow
All my life I’ve
Sold my time to
Other people’s
Grand designs
Self worth is worth it
Don’t price it out by the pound
I asked the lord for mercy
And it’s weighing me down
I never dream the images have ceased
I’m still burdened from feelings of false memories
Endorphins Surging
Im purging
The thoughts of war and peace
The concepts merging
Diverging my flawed philosophies
The cost of glee
Be ignorant of all you see
A final plea
To stop and smell reality
Bloom
Neo bending spoon
My mind
Finds time
Fine Line
Drawn to a tune
Put that shit on my Zune
While the apocalypse looms
Raging seas
Conspiracies
Pepe Silvia's doom
We need reset
Let’s heat check
Just eject
The three threat
With these privileges damn I think we need a lesson
Think you're slighted and bam it’s now a new obsession
White privilege doesn’t mean that your life is perfection
Just when the cops around they’re acting out for your protection
Toxic masculinity
But I’m not toxic can it be
Roots corrupting at tree
It’s a learned society
All my life
I’ve sold my time to
Other people’s
Grand design
Self worth is worth it
Don’t price it out by the pound
I asked lord for mercy and it weighing me down
And it weighing me down
And it weighing me down
And it weighing me down
And it weighing me down
And it weighing me down
Hopping off of porches
To the land of tiki torches
White flame raging scorches
It’s name for free endorsements
Smoke is choking like corset
It tightens until you forfeit
The titans above you force it
It’s fighting your blood stops coursing
Blood dried
Big eyes stiff
Like the Corpse's bride
Riga-mortis I split my bones
Until the core slides
Out on the ground
Like the bench on the court side
Slamming down a jam with the force
Of a horse's stride
Sore Pride
Posterized
Put that shit on coast and drive
Standing on the edge
I don’t know if I’m supposed to dive
Like the dude I will abide
See dots when the shooters live
Flashing red the cameras want the honey
Keeps the buzz alive
Days without an incident I don't know prolly five
O will make show out of the body cams in VR vive
Watch a body twist and writhe
Dancing in the dark I find
Comfort in the thought that we all
Are running out of time
Sending the flak when more slack is spotted
Deliver a body on a doormats the dotted
Line signed fine ink drops Rorschach blotted
Spots i see dots form gore stacked rotted
If I seem down you can blame my mood ring
Shits been monochrome since the bat’s been brooding
The hero and villain in my brain always feuding
Keep the animal housed until the food fling
These lines a fungus in mind like the Cordyceps
Working out my mouth infecting down into the core in jest
Holding on to bad memories like a hoarder's nest
And I know there’s nowhere to flee because the course is set
Fixed price
Mixed bites
Meal concise
Low spice
Plain rice
It should suffice
Y'all should stop giving awards for playing nice
But what do I know
I never take my own advice though
Always think I got the key
But the lock froze
The writer’s block throes
Deepfaking stock shows
And people loving all of their schlock posed
I’m sorry Charlie but the candy shops Closed

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