Dj Black Panther - Yes lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Khaliyl] Yes, yes. Hehehe. Aight. Let's see now. How we gon' do this? So, I know you know who it is. You know what it's about. So I know you know what it's about to be, right? Here we go. Come on [Hook: Mr. Khaliyl] And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) I said yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). Yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, yes, and yes “‘Cause to make it is a badge like a soul survivor” - Sample from [?] [Verse 1: Mr. Khaliyl] Ain't nothing wrong with it. My people stronger ‘cause they did it Whether whipped, kidded, and glittered or still tryna get it Hustlers own the street but pray they get acquitted Pimp revolutionaries just tryna hit it Different fruits, same tree so we ignore the critics Rule two-thousand-and-three: never eat what you sh**ted If you do, that's the bed you made, so lay up in it Wear a helmet in the jungle or lay up in the clinic I told y'all once before and I'mma say it again f** with us? You'd rather spend your life in the pen “Hard to the pain” the mantra ‘cause we here to win They love my B-side but can't ignore the wages of sin It's like Mike J. the way I moonwalk on your plaque You took the fast lane here but it's a long way walking it back You're life's a lie—you really just blind to the facts Tell the waitress “Hurry up with my yak” It's like [Hook: Mr. Khaliyl] And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) I said yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). Yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, yes, and yes “‘Cause to make it is a badge like a soul survivor” - Sample from [?] [Verse 2: Mr. Khaliyl] It's time to lace your boots up and hit the pavement Advance to the frontlines and take it back to the basics This a pimp-ho world out there, so f** enslavement Let's rock the boat ‘til we tip every slave ship So many brave men come and go frequently But recently I got up on a whole different frequency Don't even speak to me if you ain't aware That the walls have eyes and around here, so We hit the block running and we ain't looking back I brought my peoples with me—yo, where Brooklyn at? I know your whole world is tumbling down but just Stay out the way and it'll be OK—I promise You know to play every day, all day Cats talk a lot of sh** but don't got nothing to say DJ all up in the mix and don't got nothing to play And it's a shame to see the game go up in flames this way Come on [Hook: Mr. Khaliyl] And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) I said yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). Yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, yes, and yes “‘Cause to make it is a badge like a soul survivor” - Sample from [?] [Verse 3: Mr. Khaliyl] After the cream rise, I take mine off top Slavery ain't in bloodline, so I don't sharecrop (That's right) I let the snare pop like plastic under pressure in Medina During a dry season. My n***as beef—our reasons Some even commit treason to impress they crew But you gotta let it slide ‘cause they know not what they do They know not what is true, living life in the dark You know I walk through The Valley—I spent life with a spark (Right) Watching ill-equipped n***as tryna handle a man's job That's like asking armless hookers to give a handjob They don't feel you. They wanna k** you ‘Cause you conceal proof, but I reveal truth We still troop through rain, snow, sleet, or hail Couldn't slow my delivery if you controlled the mail Translate my flow to Braille for cats who still hold a rail Who never pa** “GO” but go to jail Who gotta wait for that commissary check in the mail Who never get to stash dough ‘cause they need it for bail They stay fighting over charges—they ain't going home frail We do the same sh** out here—bigger scale To no avail. So now it's ripe for the picking We running out of time ‘cause the clock is still ticking The plot thickens—love it or leave it alone We ain't getting no younger, so keep the pockets full-grown [Hook: Mr. Khaliyl] And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). And yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) I said yes, y'all. (Yes, y'all). Yes, yes, y'all (Yes, y'all) And yes, yes, yes, and yes “‘Cause to make it is a badge like a soul survivor”