YONDO Music - The Prelude lyrics

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YONDO Music - The Prelude lyrics

[Verse 1: Noah's Cirasunda] I guess you can say I'm gifted like an early Christmas December 21st I put the game on my wishlist Came in it like "who is this?" It's the G.O.A.T, yeah I said it Your jaw dropping like a stroke I flame you with heavenly white smoke and turn you into a grain of coke I'm on top of the throne don't poke, I'll eat you, don't reach I'll teach you your disguise is see through This ain't anything like the tape but, how can't you live my drive I never give it a brake You know how it is I really can't negate that the date august 28th must've been fate callin' like dinners ready here's your plate Picked up the phone and I ate Jus came in the game already caught a couple corpses the futures looking gorgeous And to all you f** n***as tryna ignore this These are the warnings shots 94 big and 96 pac combined I'm vino, a fine wine that only gets better with time Listen to the tape I write rhymes you gotta rewind 99 times back They don't even try and hop on this track I'm 99 laps past Check the game I got a clasp on it I spit poetic like a Shakespeare Sonnett With a, touch of G watch me don it Flow you'd never wish upon "IT" since a**uming gender can turn into a fender bender Nowadays rappers spit like s** offenders cause 8 hours later you won't remember They all pretenders The game need a cleaner Well, what you think I'm here for? I appear poor but in a few years what you think I'm gonna need a financier for? Check my twitter what you think I always disappear for? In the 4th grade I never had a mother or a brother All that time alone I had a pretty nice jumper Haha jus playing I was fat so it was in 2k Don't f** with you if you're two-faced Eat you alive then spit you out like some toothpaste Trump Donald down watch him fall out his toupee My shoe game is flames Liu kang n***as throwing up signs like "gang gang" never bang Live life the same as 93' wu-tang Cash ruined everything around me, thank god hip hop found me A year later you can crown thee, contradict and I'll cook you up like some ground beef Look at my figurative speech, y'all play the game like leach, each preach like princess peach drink bleach and go to sleep before I k** you myself make you screech Use my flamethrower to burn you to ashes My heat comes in 3 flashes, watch the madness as I spit ma**ive caskets in ma**es The Prelude already a cla**ic Hip-Hop was dead the switch was tragic watch me revive that sh** like some magic Truly Yourz mothaf**a, In a few months you can have it [Verse 2: Noah Cirasunda] I ain't drop it yet but TY is a cla**ic Like 93 Jura**ic I bodied that sh** just like I bodied this, grab a casket Grab a few matches, we'll set the world on fire together with this static Kinda like A.I. We talking bout practice? I thought I had haters before WAIT until after this, took a good 4 months to master this Haters don't care unless you a fruitcake or a rat or a snake So they can do hate To be number 1 you gotta be a fake and drop and unexpected tape, if you're reading this it's too late