JQP (feat. Julian Atwater & Shark Parker)

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Yak, The Atlas

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The masked assassin, attacks with passion, in savage fashion
With efficiency could teach like 5 master classes
With impunity drop dimes that attract the masses
While I kick it in the house like nigga's name is Kyle Massey
Twiddling my thumbs, hope your skills ain't lacking
My containment's wearing thin, I can feel the casing cracking
Code on the screen, not just a glitch in the system
The realest in the game like the black Jeff Bridges
Deep as the ridges in the chip, that brought a man to existence
Heart a molten core and between an axle and eight pistons
More machine than man here to relieve you of existence
In an instant, but in this instance, I'm chillin 
Mind your business, it pays a million with the quickness
Spot the shade change to vermilion, as predicted
Dispatch clean and efficient, mark the hit list
Change face, eliminate the witness
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Pen game with the deathtouch, spotlight like a jailbreak
Flip that for the head-rush, bread and butter - no stalemate
Hit me up like a failsafe, paintball at your tailgate
Pay no mind to the nail-face, y'all keep sniffing them railways
Keep up
Back to jack the price like Mack the Knife
Catch him live, it's a GOAT sacrifice
Don't heatseek me, hard pass on the pageantry and bad advice
I'm here for the troglodytes, f*ck accolades and acolytes
I'm strictly acting up, I pick locks with the songs I write
Meanwhile, back at the Legion of Doom
I'm that feeling in the air like the killer's in the room
Shouts to the snake in my boot, diet's leviathan soup
They put my graphics on their skin, they'll paint flames on my tomb
And I've been bruising for a cruising, ain't no mistaking it
I'll kick your ball over the fence, leave on some spaceship shit
How I take the cake at this rate I'm a basic bitch
I drop the hammer, they just write their names on it
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
I know this time that I'm not the righteous one, the righteous one
I'll be the shadow on your back, you never run from, you never run from
I know this time that I'm not the righteous one, the righteous one
I'll be the shadow on your back, you never run from, you never run from
We the behemoth boys
That change the element for the hell of it, no embellishment
You can clip my wings, still chasing after seraphim
Catch one, prove if this is really a simulation or some aliens on some Playstation shit.
What a downward spiral
I call it Gurren Lagen
Shark and I hit 27, still in kindergarten
I beg your pardon you copied carbon
Do you know every square inch of Carson
Jules has a library in his pockets
We the MacGyvers, we the lost kids
Bongs out of bottles and sockets
All these cycles of hardship
I don't really have a gift
I scream into the void with my prophets
It's a wild frontier, new challengers appear
And every single word fucking hangs in the air 
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public
I lost my wholesome while sealing souls into golems
Like what the f*ck are his motives, blood sacrifices to Odin
And Sherpas still hold his totems, still floating, toking, and ghosting
Any face, any song, its a Polyjuice potion.
I know this time that I'm not the righteous one, the righteous one
I'll be the shadow on your back, you never run from, you never run from
I know this time that I'm not the righteous one, the righteous one
I'll be the shadow on your back, you never run from, you never run from
Disappear in the crowd like I'm John Q Public

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