Ikuze

Yalla, yalla yalla. Vamos, vamos, vamos let's go let's go let's go
Yalla, yalla yalla. Vamos, vamos, vamos let's go let's go let's go

You say you're cooking something sick in your laboratory
When really its just as sick like my lavatory
They say They're artists but to write on their own's the hardest
They they're poets but they're far from writers
She even got Someone else to go and write hers
And those dance moves aren't hers, she took pills to get curves
This issue is National cause nothing is natural

Making money this way will make more cents
It's irrational, that mind state, is fallible
This situation is tragic, we Wish on money like magic
Every body is plastic, stretching lines like it's elastic
Don't stick together, no static
We're going crazy, like manic
We're losing balance, panic
Not just found in Atlantic

I'm sick of it, no medicine but I will try to treat it
And prepare the way for the One who will actually beat it
I was Chosen, because I'm broken
Wanting to be new, really I'm just hoping
With all my issues I'm coping, so what then Story won't end
And none of yall can hurt me
Yes sticks and stones may break my bones and maybe even shake me
You Never played to make
And who's name I bare so none of yall can take me!