(Intro: Dr Seirra)

Hey, Subject A I need you to come to the mic please, now speak!

(David)

Ok

[DhayesProductions]

(Verse 1: Yamine)

I remember I was strolling by on some hoe shit

Wasting away my life like I’m home sick

It’s been 2 years since I dropped music

I guess they were right, Top View News is fast food ICK!

I had the whole drive but when I guess never

I’m always steps ahead so what I post is clever

Stay out my Business man, I’m tryna make cheddar

My mind is racing all ovеr the place rn I’m under wеather

(Verse 2: David)

If you really want the bars in Indy that’s me

42 & Mooder are good MCs but can’t compete

Statistically I’m at the top, lyrically I’m undefeat

This city is after me, cuz Locally they beast

They’d never be beat, but Internationally it’s Yamine

I see y’all making a frown or cracking smile

Laughing right now, can’t believe the words coming out my mouth you see

I’m in the middle of the sea tryna capture a picture of Ree

Girl Dump that man or cut that man

Don’t fuck that man, but fuck that man

You sucked that man, Now Feel that man

He drilled you then? Now Have his kid

I’m catching a fever sorry Caitlyn but that Nurse is mine

But I’m not gonna wait in a line to dine and wine, let that man have a wife

I’m usually the jealous type, but not tonight

I don’t do fiction, I’m non-the truth Admission

Kamala is running visions, while Trump has the ticket

He winning, but nowadays this world endorse sinning

It’s sickening you have Christians going left for a cricket

They bending over for fisting it’s sick now pay attention

They whipped into submission, Mohammad had the children

The Js had the Stiens, still free Pale- No Ukraine

It’s insane how the world is twisting your brain

The Conspiracies are fake, but Trans are OK

That’s so gay

Stick in the eyes, he blinds but sees the shinning light

Fight or flight they bite your tunnel vision is out of sight

The truth within the lies sin false is now Pie

Your eating out a piece of thighs yeah that’s right

Flying kites with dykes, they bike and smoke Sigh

It’s a Prison Break I fly so high they call me Mike

Like Schofield I have the BluePrint this mic has Hov’s Nose

Beyoncé Knowles I beef with Cole I’m no J Fold