MuRli - Yasuke Lyrics

I got no blood for these leeches
Out of love with these species
I shoulda been breaking cheese with
But I shut my eye like Bushwick
Blindsided by the thrill
Iscariot brought the bill
They want my soul on the till
They still kill for these skills
I be death proof to these cuts
Like Quentin called the shots
With black tea in the pot
Same hue as the thought
Blessings, riches
Turn stones into peaches
Hot stoves into dishes
Make history out of misses
No flexing, pieces
New shackles or bracelets
Stressing over wishes
While snoozing where the bliss is...
We are not the same
I'm an exception
A class of my own
You are stuck in detention
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke!
Coming strong like a trend
I'm here to buck in the end
Every step's an event
For the causes I represent
The same ones I defend
Are praying for my descent
Into beigeville like them
They on my throat like phlegm
So I cough cough and I pass
Just to get it all off my chest
It's that bad blood that I taste
Loud, that heavy metal at mass
Out, with the old I'm that new
Bad luck eschewed, that's good
Bye to that excuse
Broken arm was the cue
Knocked me into that pool
I'm swimming in with the few
Who knew dreams must be pursued...
Before you hit the fan with that
We are not the same
You little Dalmatians
You mention my pedigree
Do it with caution
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke!

I got no blood for these leeches
Out of love with these species
I shoulda been breaking cheese with
But I shut my eye like Bushwick
Blindsided by the thrill
Iscariot brought the bill
They want my soul on the till
They still kill for these skills
I be death proof to these cuts
Like Quentin called the shots
With black tea in the pot
Same hue as the thought
Blessings, riches
Turn stones into peaches
Hot stoves into dishes
Make history out of misses
No flexing, pieces
New shackles or bracelets
Stressing over wishes
While snoozing where the bliss is...
We are not the same
I'm an exception
A class of my own
You are stuck in detention
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke!
Coming strong like a trend
I'm here to buck in the end
Every step's an event
For the causes I represent
The same ones I defend
Are praying for my descent
Into beigeville like them
They on my throat like phlegm
So I cough cough and I pass
Just to get it all off my chest
It's that bad blood that I taste
Loud, that heavy metal at mass
Out, with the old I'm that new
Bad luck eschewed, that's good
Bye to that excuse
Broken arm was the cue
Knocked me into that pool
I'm swimming in with the few
Who knew dreams must be pursued...
Before you hit the fan with that
We are not the same
You little Dalmatians
You mention my pedigree
Do it with caution
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Check the belt… Yasuke!