MORTAL

[Verse 1: Yayu]
Wish wash
The ps2 controller super soldier
They at the pulpit tryna do it over
Wishin they were newer, older
Took my place and grew horns
Coated to get thru the colder
Accrue it stickin to the code
My cue to sober
Still the stuntman really doin his own supernovas
Tightly wound, im cuttin thru and up and snakeskin boot the boa
Ruinations
Let go easy, but its brutal closure
In my ruminations
Swing my arms like i did the super mario but
Smooth as illumination
When that mirror start meanmuggin, who truly changin
True indeed, im to be vanquished
Need a sample, fluid sanguine
Drеw the blanks, still killin like baldwin
Things not seen evidеnt, so im all in
Dont look back and fall in
Rather cook crack than get called in for deployment
Many knacks, they all really disjointed
Relatively a one trick pony
Who picks noses
Man can make the team, if im picked, rollin
The kids open
Wasn't ever tryna get noticed
Now every bar i risk blowin up
This shits bogus

[Outro: Yayu]