Yuck!
(Yuck!)
Yeah, I'm feeling it, man (Statik Selektah)
It's the rhyme, it's the cigar communist, the archaeologists, name a rapper I pick pocket it, yeah
Shit (yuck!)
Yeah, it's the rhyme, it's the cigar communist, the archaeologists, name a rapper I pick pocket it
Preposterous, I been sick you the total opposite, who vindictive, my skin thick as a hippopotamus
Smiled in situations I should've cried in
Met niggas that was terrible in college that be good at violence (yeah, man)
Took knives to the spine before I took a vibe, man, you people blew streets
You know where I put the diamond (yuck!)
Infiltrate through steel gates of the ill race
Don't ask me how I feel about rap, man I feel great (yo)
When MCs walk up and shake my hand, it's a skill trait
You been a poor sport since basketball with a milk crate (yuck!)
Me and Statik making, ah man, hold up (ay yo Statik!) (ha-ha-ha)
Yo, me and Statik making these niggas say, "Yuck!"
Man as I never could y'all notice I don't give a fuck really (yuck!)
Know I'm a ass man, but you know that I love titties
And I never gave a (yuck!) You never could fuck with me (yeah)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh) (yuck! Woo!)
Rap is a powerful tool, and I'm blessed to be a part of that toolbox
I'm packing 40 below boots, but I ain't falling off rooftops (yuck!)
I bring that feeling holding a boom box on your shoulder with the calf high tube socks
Look, every time this nigga spit, it's a yuck, peep, how I'm giving it up, dirt road we kicking 'til dust (yuck!)
It's a little photosynthesis, son, yeah, I wrote this verse while putting one hand on my nuts (yo)
Yeah, I'm murderous with words
Nowadays, rappers is playing shaky, it's funny now turbulence occurred (yuck!)
I'm certainly superb, and I'll be damned these niggas outline me after the search like you circling a word (yuck!)
I get to wrecking, in this world, get the weapon, I'm way ahead in, effing, herbal essence (yo)
I get a blessing yeah, I treat 'em like Martin, you can get to stepping
Get out my face like, "Yuck!"
Choose your side (side), don't go against the guys (guys) (yuck!)
Choose your side (side), don't end up in the sky (sky) (yuck!)
End up in the sky (sky)
Aah, ah (yuck!)
Aah, ah (yo!)
Ooh-ooh (yuck!)
Yo
(Yuck!)
Yeah, I'm feeling it, man (Statik Selektah)
It's the rhyme, it's the cigar communist, the archaeologists, name a rapper I pick pocket it, yeah
Shit (yuck!)
Yeah, it's the rhyme, it's the cigar communist, the archaeologists, name a rapper I pick pocket it
Preposterous, I been sick you the total opposite, who vindictive, my skin thick as a hippopotamus
Smiled in situations I should've cried in
Met niggas that was terrible in college that be good at violence (yeah, man)
Took knives to the spine before I took a vibe, man, you people blew streets
You know where I put the diamond (yuck!)
Infiltrate through steel gates of the ill race
Don't ask me how I feel about rap, man I feel great (yo)
When MCs walk up and shake my hand, it's a skill trait
You been a poor sport since basketball with a milk crate (yuck!)
Me and Statik making, ah man, hold up (ay yo Statik!) (ha-ha-ha)
Yo, me and Statik making these niggas say, "Yuck!"
Man as I never could y'all notice I don't give a fuck really (yuck!)
Know I'm a ass man, but you know that I love titties
And I never gave a (yuck!) You never could fuck with me (yeah)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh) (yuck! Woo!)
Rap is a powerful tool, and I'm blessed to be a part of that toolbox
I'm packing 40 below boots, but I ain't falling off rooftops (yuck!)
I bring that feeling holding a boom box on your shoulder with the calf high tube socks
Look, every time this nigga spit, it's a yuck, peep, how I'm giving it up, dirt road we kicking 'til dust (yuck!)
It's a little photosynthesis, son, yeah, I wrote this verse while putting one hand on my nuts (yo)
Yeah, I'm murderous with words
Nowadays, rappers is playing shaky, it's funny now turbulence occurred (yuck!)
I'm certainly superb, and I'll be damned these niggas outline me after the search like you circling a word (yuck!)
I get to wrecking, in this world, get the weapon, I'm way ahead in, effing, herbal essence (yo)
I get a blessing yeah, I treat 'em like Martin, you can get to stepping
Get out my face like, "Yuck!"
Choose your side (side), don't go against the guys (guys) (yuck!)
Choose your side (side), don't end up in the sky (sky) (yuck!)
End up in the sky (sky)
Aah, ah (yuck!)
Aah, ah (yo!)
Ooh-ooh (yuck!)
Yo
(Yuck!)
Credits
Writer(s): Dashorn Andrew Whitehead, Utril E Joseph Rhaburn, Abbay Molaign Misganaw, Patrick O Baril
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