essence drain (feat. mister yo)

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lyrics

What type of world is it that we live in? 13 year old children on birth control
And Mister Yo still can’t make that perfect album for y’all without the people behind him who share the same vision
I admit it, I ain’t no musician, but I got a thing for composition and once I spit what I’ve written...
Let me get away from battling for a few minutes I’m so used to flexing cause I started rapping to prove I was better than these kids
And not to mention my top five dead or alive is filled with legends
That there tidbit may seem irrelevant but who’s decision is it other than my own to know my actual thought processes?
I could let you in but you wouldn’t get it, I can sense your dense my spidey senses tingling shit
I inference with what’s given and you’ve presented your weakness in the form of co-dependence on substances and attention
A playful conversation turns argumentative and I wasn’t even trying to agitate your psyche like doing a load of laundry, shit
Decorate my black girls in black lace, wearing a revealing one piece bikini
You'd think I had the big bling bling right on me due to how blinding the kids always shining
Sprinkle glitter like parsley, sparsely on dead bodies in a remote hotel lobby located on a hilltop like The Shining
A real American Haunting when you realize I’m back on the track dropping facts in fact exactly where I left off
Bitch fuck off, my rhymes are hard like an adult trying to sit crisscross applesauce yet I get no applause…



What is rap nowadays? Most listeners think I lack rhythm nowadays These tenses transcend dimensions, I spit a verse that can be broken down into the plural senses
Nowadays I refuse to believe that anyone is better than me, I have accomplished things
Conditioned training on how to swing a sword properly, yet I still can’t flow to a beat
lol, Mister Yo feeds on the souls of the weak, week to weekend
Whores come in hoards to my doorstep like sounding off a car alarm in Left 4 Dead,
I live for the bloodshed, and put your carcass in dirt like a coffin
Kid it just doesn’t stop with your death
666 scrawled into my chest I’ll revisit you idiots scribbling satanic messages on parchment paper
Harnessing power from cowards in your neighbors basement while you cower, taking cover in the corner
Covert ops missions with noguano. Mister Yo.



This razor thin blade can slice through skin and fade you out of existence
I’m the best yet and like Sirius, kid I shine the brightest and rhyme the tightest
Why'd you think I named this mix Club Canibus, shit
A couple bangers in the deck, six compact disc CD changer in the deck
And how much you wanna bet they all Mister Yo, cause he comes correct
Take a couple bullets to the chest and get reduced into a mound of flesh
Magnum shield with big bricks building like the Amish, Mister Yo is 22 Savage
Extended clip in my Glock 9, kid I don’t lie and I don’t miss
Nevertheless, the black pearl pendant kept around my neck is cursed, and heavy to hold as the burden of regret
I nut on her forehead and left some in her hair like a beret, poppin’ off shots my cock is something like a bayonet
Somewhere in the depths of Annette, an alchemist turned two droplets of spit into one potion
Two Beretta’s clinched in my fist positioned promptly in your face call me Dante
Now listen to the way I spit, bitch call me Dante
I levitate when I sent your spirit to the Farplane and your body to a dark place



I make music not to get noticed but to maybe pick up some women interested in deep conversations and some heavy flirtation
Could you possibly relate to me?
I want to date one bitch and make love constantly
I might be addicted to the pussy but I try to not let it get the best of me

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from batwings vol. 1, released June 18, 2017

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