Youniverse (IRL)
Yeah
Grown on the stone
Like a fungus you a dingus
Knew dudes who moved
Keys like Charles Mingus
So free the wave
And watch the boulder
Get to sinking
See I'm synced in
Like no need to revisit
Changed up my mission
While you was wishing
For my downfall
Creeped up out the ether
Barely scratched by ya kitty claws
Gritty grizzly
I'ma gather up my bear paws
Like I'm stepping with a rabbits foot
On the jaws of evil look
I'm running fades with all my demons
Soul gleaming speak with reason
Check the spirit like I'm breathing
You rappers bite the fucking mic
Like you teething so tedious
Oblivious and imprisoned
With no cell of ya system
Airplane mode IRL
You don't listen no
You don't listen no
With no cell of the system
Airplane mode IRL
You don't listen
You don't listen no
You don't listen
Word is bond I never fucked with these damn colonizers
They've been out here for a minute trying just divide us
And my pockets they be filled with dead colonists
Yes America this is my people indigenous
Symbols burned into my motherfucking wrists woah
This that hood wizard shit
Chin up when you make that flip
Don't ever waste sum time on little shit no
Post thrash had some ice on my shins
I gotta get my rest
Spread that wisdom to the youth
I've been feeling like the truth
Entire YOUniverse my muse
I've been breaking all the rules
With my bruddas we gon fuse
And my sistas too
Real talk word is bond
Yeah its nothing new
Jersey
Eastwick to the bricks
Queens Corona
Peace to GrimmDoza
Brought the white tee out the pack for this one
Grown on the stone
Like a fungus you a dingus
Knew dudes who moved
Keys like Charles Mingus
So free the wave
And watch the boulder
Get to sinking
See I'm synced in
Like no need to revisit
Changed up my mission
While you was wishing
For my downfall
Creeped up out the ether
Barely scratched by ya kitty claws
Gritty grizzly
I'ma gather up my bear paws
Like I'm stepping with a rabbits foot
On the jaws of evil look
I'm running fades with all my demons
Soul gleaming speak with reason
Check the spirit like I'm breathing
You rappers bite the fucking mic
Like you teething so tedious
Oblivious and imprisoned
With no cell of ya system
Airplane mode IRL
You don't listen no
You don't listen no
With no cell of the system
Airplane mode IRL
You don't listen
You don't listen no
You don't listen
Word is bond I never fucked with these damn colonizers
They've been out here for a minute trying just divide us
And my pockets they be filled with dead colonists
Yes America this is my people indigenous
Symbols burned into my motherfucking wrists woah
This that hood wizard shit
Chin up when you make that flip
Don't ever waste sum time on little shit no
Post thrash had some ice on my shins
I gotta get my rest
Spread that wisdom to the youth
I've been feeling like the truth
Entire YOUniverse my muse
I've been breaking all the rules
With my bruddas we gon fuse
And my sistas too
Real talk word is bond
Yeah its nothing new
Jersey
Eastwick to the bricks
Queens Corona
Peace to GrimmDoza
Brought the white tee out the pack for this one
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Torres
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