Rap Fiction YORKO (Ft. WAIIAN)

(Yorko)

What your rhymes mean man? Everybody always askin this
Well brother if you can't watch then better read the synopsis
Blast so fast than neurons can pass through yo synapses
So hot I melt the poles and turn the world on a whole different axis

York on my name tho I ain't from the five boroughs
Still pass me the lighter and drift me the toke, yo
Slip and slide me a beer, cold like the mountains of Tokyo
Move side ways, so much smoke it be like yo local skid row

So sick the doctor wrote a long prescription list
Had no money so instead I rolled one and took a hit of this
Cannabis, rather this than meds all up on my system
The high got me by now I'm all up on the rhythm

This shit got me dancin' and bustin', but I ain't prancin'
Ain't prieto and from no ghetto but fuck it, I still be blastin
In my Vans and white shirt, I hit it hard I be smashing
Lyrical assassin, cut throat, dead or alive, collect the ransom

This track ain't a classic diss track but it will distract
You from real contact cause in fact I'm jam-packed
On the abstract, see how you react on the impact
See that I'm in it for the act, ain't for the fucking stacks