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earth for myself pt. 2 - yung-statz lyrics

[intro 9x]
earth for myself

[verse 1: dikluz]
(brain!)
(dikluz)
i want earth to myself
pry it out of my cold dead hands if you want it
i’m a entity, never represent an enemy
death is my only legacy
yea my rhythm is within 100 and i get a ghost
feeling like i’m patrick swayze
i’m roundhousing, i’m kicking craniums acting crazy
i been acting lately, reacting, can’t masquerade it
the m-sses hate it, and they seeking damage,and can’t escape it
(uhhhh) you crying?
too bad, don’t mind me i’m just hanging two bags
remnants of your body, i’m leaving no evidence
i’ma drag you to the bridge, and lift you up to the ledge and it’s (water sound)
walk away like i know nothing
no emotions, i’m cold, i don’t show nothing
you’re desperate, how you good?
you don’t know nothing
but the bulge in my drawers lets you know i hold something
it’s a penis, open it up and just eat this
i’m a g*nius, only way to concede this
mental defect, that was reject
you ain’t seen the heat yet, till the homies bring the heaters
then you done!
but i came for respect
i detect bullshit, get your feet wet
i bring death, and you seem tense
no keep when i set you on the seat sweat
p-ss the forceps, i’ll perform an abortion on you so you’re born as a corpse, yes
swinging on the mic, don’t stop till i tear pecs
saran wrap his -ss up like a corsette
been dead, done that
it’s not my first time
i been ill, done sick since my first rhyme
if you don’t know my -ss, i’m a sociopath
and i won’t stop till the earth is mine

[verse 2: yung statz]
i’ma k!ll it, show all of you sons of b-tches who the realest. grilling you like at nick’s when i’m cooking up in the kitchen. dishing up washed up rappers like who the f-ck is you kidding? i’m winning, you losing, see you at the finish
when i’m finished, what is statz a chemist?
shoot these people when life don’t hand you lemons
blow up the radio stations to the point they forced to hear us because they have no choice but to listen
you godd-mn right you tripping, you slipping, giving me lip and.. i’m tired of hearing about your situation cause those ain’t the shoes that you fit in
wasting my time all cause you think you need to get rich and f-ck some dumb -ss b-tches?
mother f-cker statz is god sent, you nonsense, with a pussy voice and a stupid -ss conscious
my cousin hyde gave em the bomb threat, there’s an atomic bomb strapped to your chest
you will not rap again, shit is not happening, we was there and we came back, and we got come back again
fampires my friends, these haters gon do just whatever the f-ck yung statz says
better play dead, lay low and just make bread. all you hating -ss rappers take d-ck
take ya pick b-tch, imma prick and i know it but everything i spit makes sense
and you mad at me? but don’t be mad at me
you should be glad actually i’m tryna figure out where the f-ck these racks be
that you be rapping bout, your raps are shit its time to drag you out
oh you cashing out? i’ma rob your -ss so you ain’t flashing now

[verse 3: z]
youth i was doomed like it’s marked by the beast
got used to to my room cause my moms liked to drink
now this world mine while i puke in this sink
cause i’m drunk and i’m high with some c-ke in my stream
somebody get to fighting and the whole team blackout
jumping up out my writing get your whole team dragged out
they don’t know what they reciting while they wifi with a hyphen till we outside smoking and lighting turning yo body into a trap house
you wanna keep your face safe?
then homie have a great day
you hit me with a play fake i’ll break your leg in 8 ways
cut you with your mixtape, sounding like you 8’th grade
hopping up on the internet quotation marks “they hate”
sitting back on grape ape, watching over 90% of you motherf-ckers acting ignorant for paid fame
oh ya’ll just wanna play games?
i’m trying to take over this world f-ck it and make change
started making music for the art that shit ain’t change
planned on taking over from the start now that shit brain
couple situations where i thought the world was hating,now it’s fire when i demonstrate the spark for the propane
listen to my motherf-cking heart going cocaine
care about you motherf-ckers dark to the glow state
dragged through the gutter with some bad motherf-ckers with a bag of this stutter with a chrome thang

[verse 4: jay crazii]
earth for myself niggers, sticking it with the rhythm
digging it with precision
but really i’m a menace
f-cking around with that beast mode division
we about to hit em, and split em, and inject the with some of that venom
better believe i spend it, i’ma make that profit
stop watching my pockets, all you f-cking pocket watchers
talking about that rocket launcher
give two minutes and i’ma heat up like a hot pocket
give her the benji, watch her bounce it like a hydraulic
sick of motherf-ckers always talking about “i got it”
smoking the weed like i’m skydiving
high flying, “bye, pilot!”
little different i be watching sci-fi
isn’t it ironic how i rock it
and you watch it, and you probably hate it
cause you see a nigga steady dropping
always plugged in, to the music
ain’t no room on my socket, nigga
earth for myself so that means f-ck you
do i got friends? yeah a couple
why should i trust you through the struggle?
you wasn’t with me when a nigga had to hustle
you wouldn’t come and get me when a nigga got in trouble
almost lit a nickel, ’cause i had the pistol
but i had to call my lawyer, let him know that i……
got locked up…..
and he told me to be humble, never mumble in front of the judge
if want him to budge, and do just what you want to i…
i was feeling puzzled, smoke the blunt and shave my stubble
got ready for my court date
gotta watch who you hang with, who you bang with
not everyone on the same shit
earth for myself, gotta stay up in your lane
in the game, never worry about nobody else

[verse 5: fluenci]
bawk bawk shit these boys be chicken they don’t want beef
blood all over my hands cause i hit em with a chrome peice
there ain’t no peace stepped up on him leave him deceased pants creased unleash the beast ina bl–dy sheet
i ain’t seen no defeat boy these b-tches weak weak
tryna act hard like now and laters they sweet sweet
motherf-cka’s banging on the net i call em tweet tweet
pokin’ their nose where it don’t belong i’m bout to play for keeps suicide prevention they can have it f-ck the police
i’m all about my business if u missed it then u can’t speak
dark halls creepin through yo house so you can’t sleep motherf-cka’s don’t wanna admit it when they get beat
they call me fluenci boy i never retreat
propaganda on a mission caring man they so bleak
havin motherf-cka’s so scared that they can’t eat
doin what i have to do to make it in this swap meet

[verse 6: twistid rob]
you internet bangers about to take a fold
when i throw my knuckles up got militants to roll
if you want to play with ammunition boy i’m at your throat
don’t be walking on my planet, understand the code
i’m monstrous, motherf-cka i’m odd as shit
with two b-lls on top of a obelisk
my shit got me withered by the elementals burn ’em like an arsonist
target this, step into my world of darkness leave you heartless kid
you don’t want no part of it
when i carve em with the chete hex ’em,with the voodoo
alotta of people in this underground are full of fabrication
talking out your colon, i know you dude!
you ain’t nobody, makin’ no money
think you so funny, no dummy
you a bold buddy, i’m about to go nutty
with the flow cutty, on the globe bl–dy
like a demon coming out the living room the shotty go boom boom

[verse 7: crucified]
crucified coming to k!ll again, take all their blood again, break in so f-cking lit, as for the terror i bring in the building, can’t nobody f-ck with it, or imma split again
taking the gun and make it a witness, i’m making it crack i’m b-mping the heat again, making the shot and i’m packing it finna [?], taking the pump and i’m making it wickeder
really you gotta be feeling me dropping then taking then bucking the shots, feeling the body i’m bringing a fully i wouldn’t be giving a f-ck cause i got the buzz
the way i’m bringing the syllables cooking i be doing it quicker than fast so i be in the back of the party putting an end so f-ck it i’m bringing the bust
syllables coming up right to ball get up on duty i’m busting them right again, said i’m beheading em so f-ck at em, gonna get in the middle of map give it to em bringing the semi
then gon really go to be giving predicaments, never they go to then put up with shit with us, said i’m identical, chopping the body i’m gonna be bringing em nothing
make up a pack of the wickeder, picking the gat up and take on the rhythm, giving a f-ck and i’m coming to double up all of my lyrics, i get em with venom i k!ll em with ease when they possibly coming to bullshit i dump with the rhythm my flow is a vision don’t f-ck with the wisdom if i catch you fishing or breaking the ritual come with the vengeance

[verse 8: k-fix]
with the pen and the pad i’ma get to scribbling and dibbling, dab
when i’m on the rhythm, i’ma riddle it fast
with a little bit of adrenaline, then i’ma spaz
i’ma disaster, when i hop in the window get on the gas
get ’em a blast, k!lling ’em sending ’em a casket
hopping the trigger and i show ’em then i’m fillin ’em up with the pill of madness
spitting the flash, with a pen a venomous -ss-ssin
fill ’em with venom, then i’ma be choppin ’em up in a villainous fashion
when i’m gettin the blast, i hit em up then it collapse, thinkin the game full of b-st-rds, then it’s somethin to me
when they choke on the slab, dumpin’ the gun in the trash, hit em shit they can’t understand, chokin the ho so she can’t breathe
when i’m poppin my meds, the finger is still trashin
when it sound like a dab, i’m comin out of my bed, i’ma slam a nigga like wrath, when i shoot from the hip i’m sickest with a revolver, they thought it was billy the kid shit

[hook]
earth for myse-(earth for myse)-elf
get the motherf-ckin earth for myself!
earth for myse-(earth for myse)-elf
get the motherf-ckin earth for myself!

[post-hook x9]
earth for myself

[verse 9: mizury mize]
im a k!lla from missouri that’ll murder any verse cause i like the way i beat the f-ck outta any person cause i can plot a mission in five and take 1 minute with instinct to make the shit awesome only cause we do it big keep it strange sick with the mindframe brain we living homebound underground supporting the shit we help build it’s possible we’ll take over anything so give me the earth and imma choke it im a veteran influenced by the rest to leave it to rest with close ya we the shit smell the aroma put the hater in the coma with the comb brush all the technicians and the brainiacs missourians fampires we on deck and if any other family member join the movement gotta got on like on ya marks get set let’s go

[verse 10: d. clark]
they don’t hold me in my cave, and it’s a good reason
for me to jump on the track and leave the beat bleeding
i swear to god you don’t wanna see this evil
pending on anyone on the song, what could you be though
niggas talking gibberish and don’t ever wanna meet up
my young homies will ride that shit i fed us when they see em
prolly better off cause in the polar
going against us, just it’s, wouldn’t wanna be em
this is our world and no room for you peon
i’s bout to spray this motherf-cking beat so b-tch begone
speedom, ‘fore you get teed on
my chunk of homies so this b-tch -ss can bleed on
hit em with the sick shit, think i’m just beneath this
sticking in you with this, see they found room for demons and they turn into b-tches
sick is this you play till the dump cliff, a dumb trick, over dumb shit what’s this

[verse 11: illest-uminati]
im.. finna with a hatchet and a mask raising hell, k!ll everyone so i can have the earth for myself, alb-m so hot heard it made it off the shelf, catching bodies in a hope so sell, independent, my soul’s not for sale snort lots of rails drink lots of ale, pop squirt pills till our people go to hell niggas say i’m not dope nigga shoot yourself

[verse 12: hurricane]
been a long hard road and a long time coming
but i’m prepared for whatever that they throw at me
tell these motherf-ckers come and get me (?)
i pack a semi, lord forgive me for that evil in me
it got me really acting terrible, territorial tyrant
i torture the tenant because i’m violent
never time for 9’s, i spit it keep it sublime
(?) or you gonna lined (?) with a nice ice pick
in my world, i’m a raging bombshell
to raise hell, so better walk with neck shells
i don’t really think i have an equal
if you think the shoe fits you, then i’m glad to meet ya
i’m.. verbally lethal, i summon the sick shit
like the kraken coming, i be giving the quickness
with the hit list, ready to (leach) them in blood
i’ma be seeking like a stud
putting them deep down in the mud
this my world, this my earth, this my planet
they all (?) url (?) from my worth, they can’t manage
this is me, everyday
i never fall back
i hail from the cage, so (?) i’m the gorilla with the ball-bat (?)
apex predator, is what you call that
going ape shit on the world
i leave ’em all flat
so i’m the one that you need to get right
cause if not, imma black out the sun
and make it be night quick!

- yung statz lyrics

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