YoungstaCPT Lyricist Of The Year Lyrics
YoungstaCPT Lyricist Of The Year Lyrics: Here we offer you the full song lyrics for “Lyricist Of The Year“, a track done by YoungstaCPT.
Full Song Lyrics below:
[Intro: Mike Tyson]
I was gonna rip his heart out, I’m the best ever.
I’m the most brutal and vicious and most ruthless champion there’s ever been, there’s no one can stop me.
Lennox is a conqueror? No, I’m Alexander—he’s no Alexander.
I’m the best ever. There’s never been anybody as ruthless. I’m Sonny Liston,
I’m Jack Dempsey, there’s no one like—I’m from their cloth.
There’s no one that can match me.
My stylе is impetuous, my defensе is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious.
I want your heart, I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah
[Chorus]
I’m the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn’t adhere so he disappeared
I’m the lyricist of the year
Injury microphone, symptoms severe
Fuck being humble, I’m being sincere
I’m the lyricist of the year, huh
Lyricist, lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh
Lyricist, lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh
[Verse 1]
Old statements, verses deciphered by code breakers
Labels awarded them plagues that’s gold plated
I’m murder with no traces
Turning warm bodies to cold cases
Mass grave sites, general wholesalers
Come walk with the lone ranger
But you’d rather be home on the phone, safer
Far from the war zone in no danger
I’ll track you with locators
Got information from a close neighbour
Glass houses, I come from the stone ages
The lyricist of the year
From a different dimension and hemisphere
I smyt spears like I’m hunting a reindeer
Own 2021, you just
No one is replacing me
Then own 2022 and do it simultaneously
Playing with my eiers like a game of charades
‘Til my testicles burst, and urinate on your parade (So)
To all men who hurt women listen to this mandate
Touch one of my sisters, I’ll make sure you getting gang raped (Eish)
Hard punishment, we hustle hard, as far as Upington
The farmers I know don’t grow onions
Survived the epidemic, flashing by you’re epileptic
Poetic and prophetic plus I’m unapologetic
You’ll need a permission letter before you ring that door bell
‘Cause now you’re getting popular and I can see your kop swell
Your foundation was soft, you built it with Lego blocks
Mine’s a prehistoric Dinosaur, fuckin’ Triceratops
[Chorus]
I’m the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn’t adhere so he disappeared
I’m the lyricist of the year
Injury microphone, symptoms severe
Fuck being humble, I’m being sincere
I’m the lyricist of the year, huh
Lyricist, lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh
Lyricist, lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh
[Verse 2]
Keep your trophies and your medals
I’m metal gear solid on instrumentals
Your songs belong on Comedy Central
My artistry’s monumental
Y?gen was Voltron when we assembled
I beg you don’t tempt me ’cause I’m temperamental
[?] in your dental
Explicit content, advise parental
Speaking mengels is what made me influential
Harvesting my potential, but doing it quiet and confidential
No time to be arguing with millennials
The lyricist of the year
Still doing it for Kaapstad, and the plaasnaars
But I’m not coming with the lag lag
I think Big Zulu deserves a congratulations (Salute!)
But why they say Costa is culture appropriation?
The rap game’s in danger
I’m not running after you clout chasers
I’m the coloured Arnold Schwarzenegger, fuckin’ Terminator
Never got remuneration, never saw corruption much
Until they stole five hundred billion in front of us, a bunch of cunts
Lockdown resulted in the looting
But how do you explain the shooting of Nathaniel Julies?
A lot of people lost their jobs and many had to struggle broke
I promise when it come to bars, I’m giving them the Sunlight soap
Milky bars, TV bars, I never packed lunch
Independent strives, the big labels going bankrupt
Men can learn a lot from Mulan
I’m writing a flu verse on New years in Wuhan
[Chorus]
I’m the lyricist of the year
Your lyrics are similar to Britney Spears
He didn’t adhere so he disappeared
I’m the lyricist of the year
Injury microphone, symptoms severe
Fuck being humble, I’m being sincere
I’m the lyricist of the year, huh
Lyricist, lyricist, lyricist of the year, huh
Lyricist, lyricist, lyricist of the year
[Outro]
To knock me off the top is what they try for
Thinking the death of my career is gonna revive yours
My name’s in lights and yours is written on that dry wall
And being a pussy is a easy job you can apply for
Just sit back and take a look at all my challengers
The day they started rapping was when they became embarrassments
Hartseer naaiers can’t take what I’ve conquered
My songs cut your ears when you hear it like blind barbers
You wanna drag me down ’cause you see how far I got
Little did they know my bars could fill up a barbershop
Oh you pulled me a dirty! And I said “Sies”
And not even father Christmas could’ve…
