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lirik lagu m.a.d. jack - dagobah, yoda in the

“do. or do not. there is no try” ~ yoda

i be that smooth kid flowin’ wait who is i?
a nice combinated blend between smooth and fly
so please pay no mind to the hateful rhymes
i’m puffin’ yoda hopin’ that the dagobah

said, peep the finisher, peep the rhymestyle
when you see the sh~t you wanna weep your eyes out

you think i lost the taste? i’m ’bouta confuse ya
i’ll rip your tongue out and bless you with ageusia

jack gonna (ch~lles) game, while i’m gon’ (heel) it
smackin’ you in the face ’til you can’t even feel it

soon as i sharpen the pen, it’s started again
with the poisonous flows like drinking watеr with lead

an energеtic nomadic, text to flow master
whirlwind thru cities a worldwide disaster

you thinkin’ you’re getting to getting to understand it?
i turn tables and burn fables, seeds planted

“subconscious, to think a certain way, to feel a certain way, everyday, y’know what i mean it’s like you’re accepting the fact that you’re abundant. know you may not have the things that you want, you may have the things that you need.” ~ joey bada$$

i play the game just to stoop below ya
sh~t i ain’t a star, i’m a supernova
i finish a track and they say “dude that’s cold”
next beat, then i drop ’em the deuce that’s colder

i hear the groove in the beat and~
then i start to walk like hot coals on my feet

i stride with the pride and the confidence
and if you ain’t f~ckin’ with it i’ma rock ya sh~ts

i got a style of stone, why run with the frail?
all my people are cooky, a straight juxtapose they’ll

eat your d~mn face off, yeah they change after smokin’
my homie used to toke it and shoot it under his nails

i write so many rhymes i get my sh~ts mixed up
f~ck the pig sh~t, still i’ll put your fists in cuffs

f~ck fist~a~cuffs, that don’t show no power
see a lotus can’t flower outta sh~t but mud

the mister madman, still ill in advance
and when the beat play, i don’t think of sh~t but to dance
i see a dime from ’05, wanna get in her pants
that p~n~s flytrap like carnivorous plants

i know not to stress, i trust the process
spittin’ sl!ck on the beat like i want some hot s~x

but i pay no mind to the hateful rhymes
i’m, puffin yoda hopin’ that the dagobah

[chorus}
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!
you don’t even know how to rap, you b~tch!

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