paroles de chanson YUM! (feat. Wolfman Longarm, Wesley Rocco, Stakes, Charlie de' Medici & Slbls) - The Neverending Mixtape

Yo welcome to tape 2 everybody
I'm so blessed to be back with y'all, man
Shoutout Stew, Stew the glue obviously
Putting this, putting this thing together
I'm feeling
I'm feeling really phenomenal
I hope y'all feeling how I'm feeling, dude
Ay, ay, yeah
Welcome to tape 2, there ain't no bad news
Check the glass, homie, that thing is like half full
And I'm the young wolf howling at the full moon
It's the Neverending, the end ain't really coming soon
Yeah
With my skin tan and all that
Fake friends better fall back
It's the squeakuel, no mousetrap
You pack rat, the gas pack
Unload that, reload that
Like hold up, like click clack
I'm fortunate cause I'm all that
Where ya moms at

Yo shtum
Where's your moms at
That's what I want to know
Kid's too fucking lazy to do his own interlude
So they had to get JP to do it
Oh it's funny cause
Oh he's British as well
Fuck off
Do your own interlude next time, bitch

Said I'm back like I never left
Haven't lost a step
Had to build my rep, hard work, bout to break a sweat
On every song, I hope we coming strong
Dropping bombs, remaining calm like the center of a storm
Never losing focus, our team we be the dopest
We coming with some more hits like Rock Lee with Hidden Lotus
Not joking we next level, this tape is something special
Never seen so many artists with such passion and potential
We got it though
Can't stop the show, ain't no adios
We numbing the brain like how cocaine make your body froze
Freeze up, they can't defeat us
I know they sleeping on us, dog, like anesthesia
But ain't no reason to stop, we making fresh new hip-hop
We got the groove to make the party rock, like it or not
With the crew backed by Stew, making joints so smooth
Always true, I present to you, tape number two

Welcome back, not much changed since the previous tape
Still got Stew the glue, he be like gaffer tape
There's a few more people, I forgot their names
And your bitch's face I'm still tryna impregnate
I'm the guy that didn't catch the memo
We colossal, they saw us, stego
You a fossil, you old, let go
Don't be hostile, how far your bitch neck go
They acting horse, lil ponies, Shetland
Weed smelling like it came out the wetlands
Red eyes looking like I'm possessing
I'm like Ralph in this bitch, I'ma wreck her
I'm beatin the pussy up, Tekken
Gimme giraffe she be necking
Kitty I'm petting
They know my face in this bitch so they do not be checkin no muhfuckin' IDs
Getting my lean as an IV
Flow it be coming in tidy
I got the check like a Nike
Stakes in this bitch and he spit that ruthless
Who's in the lead, well I guess that the shoe fit
Went for pit stop, slide like Cool Whip
Still in the lead, not a way that I lose it
Still in the lead, not a way that I lose it
Okay, welcome to the tape, bitch

It's take two, watch this, we locked in
Set the tone, set the story, just like he what when
Your mind will melt to butter by like three songs in
What her parents think I do, that's her beatbox friend
Oh fuck it
While I kick this off
Shorty's pumps just trying to kick them off
Saying help me get this off and then get me off
Sorry darling, tryna spit some torched words
Tortured verse to impress some strangers
I'm a little off
Different priorities, thinking the highest honestly
But still apply it logically, still try to admonish me
Some sort of anomaly, way I spit is astonishing
I'll have your brain split clean like fucked up lobotomies
I'm a self recluse, I should retire to a monastery
Even have my friends all nodding, see
Used to stumble over words like a Notting Hill comedy
This a new story in one word, it's a novelty
Express my thoughts, yes that's the modern me
Sipping 1942, yes I'd like to shot it please
Medici, damn, I'm the medicine man
Self medicate by sipping stubbies cooling by the fan, but alas
Tell it to me straight, don't like the foreboding
But need some Dutch courage please, I wouldn't mind a negroni
And if you're really in this baby, wouldn't mind if you showed me
What you mean it's not the time for unloading
It's always time, you don't know me, I
One message that I wanted to give her
Yeah thanks for the indulgence now I'm backing to spitting
The bags get bigger while axle on the whip still glitter
Yeah I'm always chipper with the chips, wrist still flicker
I'll admit it, short fuse, the red mist it lingers
Throw a drink on your pops, midst of Easter dinner
Man I'm still undecided, the ellipsis ticking
The lips still flipping, talking sour shit's too bitter
Listen

Nah nah nah, you listen Charlie
You don't just send in a three minute verse and expect us to use the whole thing
Slbls has been waiting to hop on this whole time

This writer's block is killing me
We all wrote a lot for tape one, admittedly
But never gonna stop with this Neverending litany
Taking it to the top, beyond past infinity
Heroes to hip-hop with bars bringing the villainy
Heart's feeling the energy
Everyone who's been here has got a spot in history
Mixtape two, debut, thanks for listening