Mystikal

Mystikal - It Yearns lyrics

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Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!)
 True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!)
 This something y'all niggas can dance to.

 [Verse 1]
 LIKE THAT!
 I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward
 I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard
 I hit em with more (?) I make em run
 I made a lot of noise with the shit I done
 I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll
 Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go
 I thought I showed you last time, when will you learn?
 Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN!

 [Verse 2]
 The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track
 Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat
 Maniac, abused, used, and abused
 Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes
 You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit
 Shit, I doubt it
 You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E
 Your best bet's to pack your shit
 Calm your head, bleedin bitch
 Sucka tragic you'll never get none
 You better leave cause you only get one
 Chance to make a break for it
 Uh huh, leave now or get the pow
 Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury ya
 Mo thug, I draw blood
 Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud
 Militant, bitch I might be
 But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me
 Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nacho
 Shit you go, bigger than G.I.Joe
 You ain't know? I thought you knew
 This time you can have it, it's for you
 IT'S YEARN! X 3

 [Verse 3]
 Come on, come on
 Well come away sucker fake MCs in the place
 There's only one Mystikal so make no mistake
 Comin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate
 Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake
 Bout your screamin no way
 Bitch you won't escape
 I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocate
 Hittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin
 Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin
 Takin out adversaries with rhymes I wrote
 The sucker (?) I'm the antidote
 I the conductor of shive rhymes
 (...?....)
 Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic
 Lift off and burnin MCs like amino acid
 Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide
 Those who have time watch me I do survive
 This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions
 Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion
 Wrote this as a lesson so you will know
 Comin hard muthafuckas this physical
 Be pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime and
 Understand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man
 With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb
 IT'S YEARN!

 [Verse 4]
 Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me
 Bitch I never heard of ya
 That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind
 You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L
 Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell
 Soft as hell, I might as well SPELL!
 I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me
 I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me
 Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked
 Scare the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock
 Don't wanna be bothered (..?..)
 I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward
 Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun
 Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion
 Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked
 Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote this
 I scream like rebel with the sword and snake
 Your boss come to battle, it's not your week
 I reverse my verse, I love to curse
 You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse
 Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh
 Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass
 Watch me burn, can't miss my turn
 Like, do you want it?
 IT'S YEARN! X 2
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Jive

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Unpredictable (1997)

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