Sloane Amelia - Thee Hipokolypse (YUKO) lyrics

Thee Hipókolypse (Yuko) [Verse 1: Sugg Savage] I got that I got that Donnie Darko flow Dark ho no, black dream yes No incest, but brother mind, I f**ed you Melancholy por the party Let me lift and tuck you I am the sugar Savvy Barracuda With the cool strut Doing poodle cuts, and the string plucks With the roof up, and my soul down Mind set brown, eyes jet brown Life on doo doo Merkin for that paper cuz they tryna get that new new Hurting for that cheese, tryna feed the noodle Dreams very very beaucoup Veni vedi vici To all thee beneath me As I beseech thee To get up and off these ovaries Socrates, steeze, schemes And the Nubian queen steeze (where is your fire? where is your fire?) Live from the belly of the beast Bubble in the tummy cause we fighting for the keeps Its frigid in the east Head set to wumbo Digging the mens with skins like Mutombo Or like he own a machete Or like he from the Serengeti [Verse 2: Sir E.U] If I'm not there for you, I'm probably here for us Symbolically I thrust My heart, and all of my ? trying stunt I fell out of love with fame, because the hype is like lust When a light bulb just shines to bright, it might bust Image on her ? diminished over time it get buck Young Steven Shuttlesworth will make them sentences tough Got game, big brother on screen Opening cans of whoop-a** like Paula Deen At a f**ing colosseum ? got 'em thankful, three weeks past Halloween Leave 'em undercover, like my actions With my damn peen On this women who love Jesus, believe it Father is a deacon Motherf**er motherf**ing who is speaking It's young Steven, I ain't write enough Know I'm viking tough Arms strong as Lance Ya'll not advanced As the boy who plays the game Like, motherf**ing pants off Mom not home, and I advance past ya'll Akoko with the Hippo, Hippo with Akoko [Verse 3: Sloane Amelia] Truueee, well I got your crazy right here Sloane Amelia the motherf**ing c*nt of the year Audio dagga attacker, stabbing ya right in ya ear Femme fatal, empress raw, baby pull up a chair Hippoko ain't up on the track, then it ain't nothing to hear Go head and put another muthaf**ing blunt in the air Burn one for all these rappers bout to lose they careers And another for the fact that we the baddest in here Hit you with the new school voodoo in your medulla oblongata You know I flow with that shrew Juice The new guru of rap mantra Check the roster from down Va to Anacostia Pg, Uptown, Howard fostered Track a**aulter Monster Rasta chick I don't mean to floss but sh** Hard works paying off & it costs a lot To be this goddamn legit I put pa**ion, power, heart & soul Into everything I rip Come with me, lets take a trip I'm a young twenty something Brown skin dipped in honey Smarter that your whole f**ing college And you ain't got to acknowledge it But as you take another hit, lets contemplate this sh** a bit You know AKOKO, we done gone rouge on these mofos The moment you think you notice you know us be the same time you know its over Covert closure