Landed on Ganymede (feat. sama the god)

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Yung Mallet

Alternative hip hop artist from Staten Island, New York City more »

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The Greeks had Socrates, y'all have me
I'm smoking gasoline 'til my bones atrophy
I aim for the moon, then landed on Ganymede
So I could dance upon this beat like I'm a ballerina
The Greeks had (Plato), shit, y'all have me
I'm smoking gasoline 'til my bones atrophy
I aim for the moon, then landed on Ganymede
I'm coming for the crown, address me as your majesty

I grab a mic and give you something fatal
Like babies rocking on the treetop until the wind tips the cradle
I'm here to do to these rappers what Netflix did to cable
They say they good from day one, I've been great since prenatal
I'm overlooked cause I appear as soft as sable
But in my head I'm breaking bread with Satan at the table
He's saying put my paper where my mouth is once I'm able
But lyrics sweet as cane sugar the beat gets killed like Abel
How many times do I gotta say it
Look, I'm hellacious with my statements knocking fakers to the pavement
Amazing on a stage yet pensive with a pen
When I get a verse to vent I post up like a tent
I'm in a black sheened benz getting baked, making dough
And I spit 16s like my mouth can't close
Cause the braggadoce I came to boast will leave you comatose
I stay rocking nonstop and I never choke
Me and my thoughts, always intimate
You suckers always impotent
Or shit, you're insolent
And look, I ain't that big, but shit
My features cost more than Brooklyn rent
But right now I don't know where I'm fitting in
Cause the older folks got the thinner skin
But most of my peers merely following a trend
So I'll just pave my own lane through my intellect
I'm the punk rock Mozart
The one-shot show-off
In one take go-hard
I'm ill with my skill
My wordplay crazy
My flow is great
And I move a croud when I narrate
I ain't saying I'm a virtuoso yet
But I still go loco
Hype bars, coke flow
Look, I got the dictionary in a choke hold
Cold like a Coke float, sweeter than a Rolo

The Greeks had Socrates, well shit, y'all have me
I'm smoking gasoline 'til my bones atrophy
I aim for the moon then landed on Ganymede
So I can dance upon this beat like I'm a ballerina
The Greeks had Socrates
But shit, you got me

Pardon me for acting like a motherfucking god figure
Did a little acid, this a psychedelic picture, roll a scripture
I raise that shit up high like Simba
Instant delivery, the word spoken like coke from Medellin
I'm on to better things, parameters I'm meddling
The dust is never settling
The mix is always tantalizing
Movin on to new horizons,
Mike Dean or is that Ryan?
Niggas sleep and I ain't trying
But again, I'm always ready
Henry VIII, the beat beheaded
I don't even have my senses still, you get that Sama blessing
Sama prophet with some wild intentions
I'm comatose, applying heavy pressure
Wanna f*ck with me I might just put your ass on a stretcher
My hotbox got a gravitational pull
Time travel on the pavement till I bust my skull
Eating on these beats past the point of being full
Sharpening my sword so the slash never dull, nigga
I'm trypticing off the DMT
Here eternally so my bones will never atrophy
This that Master P so please pass me the green
The green the spine like Dray, nigga
I could master shit that probably get you paid, nigga
Ride the wave like politicians
Bars might give you godly visions
This that acid spitting lab magician crafting verbal cataclysms
I hit a join and download endless wisdom
Sitting with a saturated system trying to pass my limits
Shit

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