Artist: Graphidi Logik

Album: On a Mission

Song: Can I Get a Yo

Verse 1:

I gots to rock the freakin mic, and yes I gots to rock the show

But when the stress hits me, yo, it's like 10 blows to the head

I'm always being hasseled, there's no end

Hasseled by my Moms and hasseled by the feds

Pressure rising and I'm feeling really tired

They look into my future and see 'nigga for hire'

Stay outta trouble, but I gots to break some rules

No love to the brothers that were cruel

But now whenever people act like that

They wants to see my flop but I cuts no slack

My head's pumpin in and out of my brain

All the stress is causin mental pain

However, any type of weather, I can rock the show and sit back and live

Forever (and ever)

I try to block everything out of mind

No peace in my life, well not that I can't find

My life is so confusing

I don't know who's doing the playing or doing the using

I'm getting dissed, even by my principle

You say you're not in shit and say your not incapable

Buk-buk-buk, Brown goes down

Another concussion of the hip-hop sound

I strive in my life to keep my heart pumping

Gots to do my job and keep the crowd jumpin

Dealin with this and that, can I get a yo, can I get a yo

Chorus:

Can I get a yo, Can I get a yo, Can I get a yo?

(Yoooooo!)

Can I get a ho, Can I get a ho, Can I get a ho?

(Hoooooo!)

Verse 2:

Yo, you never left me rest

Yes, you keep me 24 stressed

Criticized by my mom 'cause my pants sag

Don't wanna go home, don't wanna hear the nag

I gotta go the the studio and release my stress with the funky fresh flow

And just as I get to the peak of rap singing, ding-a-ling-a-ling, the phone

Starts ringing

And I know what's gonna happen

Some kind of bad news suds up my rappin'

I get a record to do, I gotta perform, I go to be rough, but yo, I can only

Do so much

So hey

Hey diddle diddle

When you start fighting, Frankie's in the middle

And now you want to pick sides

So I don't go home, don't answer the phone, so I can hide

'cause if I do, I gotta dis one of you

Nobody really understands what I be going through

Forget this shit

I gotta try to get a grip, or I might just slip, or my lid might flip

And sometimes I wish I could switch, aggrivate my brain, just like an itch

Walked all over like a doormat

Can I get a break can I get a kit-kat

Or can I get a yo, can I get a yo, can I get a yo

Chorus

Verse 3:

Can't get no shut eye, always gots the pen to my hand

Wanna close my lid, saying to myself I know now I can like the little engine

That could

Try to explain to my Moms, but she never understood

The way we gotta do this thing, I head for the microphone and I drop my swing

Used to be slippin, now I got a grip

90% in math, now I'm that tip

Back to the fact, I'm on the bus, gotta finish my rhyme, on the way to

Studio check it about that time

The pressure just killin my brain cells

Gotta do this and that ringin through my head like a bell

Gotta stay on track, stay on track

Define what's good, bad, phat and wack

Didn't succeed when I tried to run away from it all

I came back then I heard my blue pen call

I'm still striving to reach my goal

Can I get a yo, can I get a yo

Chorus