Black sheep, raised by a wolf pack
No disguise you ain't gotta pull the wool back
Over eyes, this is something you should look at
Blow your mind and I ain't even gotta cook that
Raw shit, keep it live like an enzyme
Pleasure's all yours, but it's his time
So if you listen to the clock, every tick's mine
I'm out the cast, I ain't really trying to get signed
I'm "big boi", each tracks like 3 stacks
I'm from the point, but I'm bout to bring the east back
Take the vibe home to the time zone
On everything I own, cuz I'll never have to lease that
You can call him Dex, but the growth is exponential
They called him "Little" but he had that Malcolm X potential
Shabazzing on em like I took a Hajj to Mecca's temples
Stargating, Yamin be the 7th symbol
We might not know where to go
What to say or what to show
But there's one thing that we know
And that's just who we are
Motor mouths gassed up but I'm the engine-ear
Promoters doubt and passed up for the shit you hear
But listen here, I done watched so many disappear
Marathon paragon that the sprinters fear
All their lines are finished and your just in time to witness
So if it's true you got the crown homie I'm the dentist
Don't bite the hand that bleeds ya
Just pass the anestesia
Inhale the gases deeper this will be your last procedure
I got a mask for sleepers
Talk is cheap, but rap is cheaper
So take a nap and ask the reaper if he's glad to meet
Here's a glass of ether, for a fashionista
Your jacket hat and sneakers can't compete with master teachers
See you're plastic as visa, still lack credit
And never been half as magnetic as the back is either
I never kiss ass I'd rather show mine
I'm skipping trig class, keep your cosines
We eat our dinners, talking math over the time tables
So if I go on a tangent it's still the right angle
No telling who I might strangle with this mic cable
I pimp the system like I had an all-white stable
I got a black beauty and she act boujee on broke batch fixing her lips to yap loosely
It gets back to me and I'm flattered absolutely
And Life can be a movie, but someone would have to shoot me
Yamin Semali - Yamin Lyrics
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Black sheep, raised by a wolf pack
No disguise you ain't gotta pull the wool back
Over eyes, this is something you should look at
Blow your mind and I ain't even gotta cook that
Raw shit, keep it live like an enzyme
Pleasure's all yours, but it's his time
So if you listen to the clock, every tick's mine
I'm out the cast, I ain't really trying to get signed
I'm "big boi", each tracks like 3 stacks
I'm from the point, but I'm bout to bring the east back
Take the vibe home to the time zone
On everything I own, cuz I'll never have to lease that
You can call him Dex, but the growth is exponential
They called him "Little" but he had that Malcolm X potential
Shabazzing on em like I took a Hajj to Mecca's temples
Stargating, Yamin be the 7th symbol
We might not know where to go
What to say or what to show
But there's one thing that we know
And that's just who we are
Motor mouths gassed up but I'm the engine-ear
Promoters doubt and passed up for the shit you hear
But listen here, I done watched so many disappear
Marathon paragon that the sprinters fear
All their lines are finished and your just in time to witness
So if it's true you got the crown homie I'm the dentist
Don't bite the hand that bleeds ya
Just pass the anestesia
Inhale the gases deeper this will be your last procedure
I got a mask for sleepers
Talk is cheap, but rap is cheaper
So take a nap and ask the reaper if he's glad to meet
Here's a glass of ether, for a fashionista
Your jacket hat and sneakers can't compete with master teachers
See you're plastic as visa, still lack credit
And never been half as magnetic as the back is either
I never kiss ass I'd rather show mine
I'm skipping trig class, keep your cosines
We eat our dinners, talking math over the time tables
So if I go on a tangent it's still the right angle
No telling who I might strangle with this mic cable
I pimp the system like I had an all-white stable
I got a black beauty and she act boujee on broke batch fixing her lips to yap loosely
It gets back to me and I'm flattered absolutely
And Life can be a movie, but someone would have to shoot me
No disguise you ain't gotta pull the wool back
Over eyes, this is something you should look at
Blow your mind and I ain't even gotta cook that
Raw shit, keep it live like an enzyme
Pleasure's all yours, but it's his time
So if you listen to the clock, every tick's mine
I'm out the cast, I ain't really trying to get signed
I'm "big boi", each tracks like 3 stacks
I'm from the point, but I'm bout to bring the east back
Take the vibe home to the time zone
On everything I own, cuz I'll never have to lease that
You can call him Dex, but the growth is exponential
They called him "Little" but he had that Malcolm X potential
Shabazzing on em like I took a Hajj to Mecca's temples
Stargating, Yamin be the 7th symbol
We might not know where to go
What to say or what to show
But there's one thing that we know
And that's just who we are
Motor mouths gassed up but I'm the engine-ear
Promoters doubt and passed up for the shit you hear
But listen here, I done watched so many disappear
Marathon paragon that the sprinters fear
All their lines are finished and your just in time to witness
So if it's true you got the crown homie I'm the dentist
Don't bite the hand that bleeds ya
Just pass the anestesia
Inhale the gases deeper this will be your last procedure
I got a mask for sleepers
Talk is cheap, but rap is cheaper
So take a nap and ask the reaper if he's glad to meet
Here's a glass of ether, for a fashionista
Your jacket hat and sneakers can't compete with master teachers
See you're plastic as visa, still lack credit
And never been half as magnetic as the back is either
I never kiss ass I'd rather show mine
I'm skipping trig class, keep your cosines
We eat our dinners, talking math over the time tables
So if I go on a tangent it's still the right angle
No telling who I might strangle with this mic cable
I pimp the system like I had an all-white stable
I got a black beauty and she act boujee on broke batch fixing her lips to yap loosely
It gets back to me and I'm flattered absolutely
And Life can be a movie, but someone would have to shoot me
Writer: Jafar Peek
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