Song parody of
Yin Yang (feat. Thrax)
by LilDarker
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Aye
Y'all know who it is, heheh
And if you don't ima let you know
Yeah where I come from you know I like to gun bums
I fuck with sticks at MCs, and they run, run
I blick MCs, until the mag is empty
Then I load another one and spray more than the
Napalm, in Vietnam
I keep it ape-shit but I ain't viet-kong
If you think I'm the shit, you clearly don't rate wrong
I'm blowin' up home-eight, so homies better make haste before you turn to paste like Nagasaki
I got 20 Bentleys, I like a Masterati
Any diss, my choppa spells yo' mom an' yo papi'
I'm way to hard to copy, don't even try to draw me
I ain't worried bout' an algorithm
I almost own the country with my Al Gore-ithm
See a real G like me, you'll bet i'll go with em'
There's only one here, LilDarker stay outta prison
The other kids are just, progressing much faster than he is
I really don't think he's ready to move on
Aye, am I gem or not?
I used to write raps in the family spot
An' nothin' but hate, was all I got
Until I made some gwap, an' didn't get caught
You see my friend just passed, an he got shot
Thas' a drive-by kill, remember not
He'll be okay, or so I thought
Til' the cops came round', he bled a lot
He said a lot, as they patched him up
Then his eyes shut, I tried to wake him up
And before he died, I could here him say
Pain is temporary, but people stay
Aye
Y'all know who it is, heheh
And if you don't ima let you know
Yeah where I come from you know I like to gun bums
I fuck with sticks at MCs, and they run, run
I blick MCs, until the mag is empty
Then I load another one and spray more than the
Napalm, in Vietnam
I keep it ape-shit but I ain't viet-kong
If you think I'm the shit, you clearly don't rate wrong
I'm blowin' up home-eight, so homies better make haste before you turn to paste like Nagasaki
I got 20 Bentleys, I like a Masterati
Any diss, my choppa spells yo' mom an' yo papi'
I'm way to hard to copy, don't even try to draw me
I ain't worried bout' an algorithm
I almost own the country with my Al Gore-ithm
See a real G like me, you'll bet i'll go with em'
There's only one here, LilDarker stay outta prison
The other kids are just, progressing much faster than he is
I really don't think he's ready to move on
Aye, am I gem or not?
I used to write raps in the family spot
An' nothin' but hate, was all I got
Until I made some gwap, an' didn't get caught
You see my friend just passed, an he got shot
Thas' a drive-by kill, remember not
He'll be okay, or so I thought
Til' the cops came round', he bled a lot
He said a lot, as they patched him up
Then his eyes shut, I tried to wake him up
And before he died, I could here him say
Pain is temporary, but people stay
