(Yorko)

What your rhymes mean man? Everybody always askin this
Well brother if you can't watch then better read the synopsis
Blast so fast than neurons can pass through yo synapses
So hot I melt the poles and turn the world on a whole different axis

York on my name tho I ain't from the five boroughs
Still pass me the lighter and drift me the toke, yo
Slip and slide me a beer, cold like the mountains of Tokyo
Move side ways, so much smoke it be like yo local skid row

So sick the doctor wrote a long prescription list
Had no money so instead I rolled one and took a hit of this
Cannabis, rather this than meds all up on my system
The high got me by now I'm all up on the rhythm

This shit got me dancin' and bustin', but I ain't prancin'
Ain't prieto and from no ghetto but fuck it, I still be blastin
In my Vans and white shirt, I hit it hard I be smashing
Lyrical assassin, cut throat, dead or alive, collect the ransom

This track ain't a classic diss track but it will distract
You from real contact cause in fact I'm jam-packed
On the abstract, see how you react on the impact
See that I'm in it for the act, ain't for the fucking stacks
Get ready for my rhymes to take effect and inject dopamine
No hooks but you'll get hooked on it like methamphetamine
You know what I mean? Spit fire like it's dripping gasoline
Imma come clean in this scene like a new guillotine

Slice up an incision through the competition
Cut through with precision, no need no supervision
Hip hop, it's my mission to cure it's condition
It's your decision whether you fuck or not with my vision

Listen!

Mumblin? The consequence? Imma stab your esophagus
Make you lose consciousness, bury you alive in a sarcophagus
In a tomb that's pseudo bottomless, then piss on it to assert my dominance
Though I'm anonymous, King York lead this game on a new governance


(Waiian)

Any friend can turn rival, just a nail on the everyday cycle
Get it vulcanized, then I'll pull ya eyes
From the sockets, put 'em in my pockets
So you can always see the profits that come and goes

Buddy buddy turn to foe
But I know, it's envy make 'em turnin' fo
Kill you I won't do it, trigger Imma pull it and let the bullet do it
And ya skin gets ripped and punit, place you in the intensive care unit
Go get some stitches, the mind is where I stash my riches
To the side is where I put these bitches
When I speak make sure my mic's on
Grip it like a python, I must write on, something y'all can ride on

Get ya face erased, you really fuckin' dumb
Take a gun and I suggest you pull the trigger with ya thumb
Fuck the law and blind judgement
We all got a problem with the management

Growin' up my mama really defined what manage meant
Capitalism legally rob the hood
That's why we always gotta robin hood
Even if it's risky, motivated by whiskey

The baddest motherfuckas of them all
Yorko the mirror calls a miracle in lyrical
Yorko takin' hip hop back harder & farther, Wu-tang fathers
Rip my head of with honor, but I wouldn't be a goner

And it wouldn't even be wrong
Place my mind where it belong
Homie put my brain in a bong
Hit it see a vision, brain to nutshell collision

Call it Waiian state of mind
Ano ba yan? Where to find
The key to every door I face
The lead to every unsolved case, The body to a severed head with face
The dead is undefeatable
Do things unbelievable
Touch the Unreachable
Minds filled with the things unteachable
Life lessons