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Johnny Merk - Yin-Yang Soul Lyrics



Johnny Merk - Yin-Yang Soul Lyrics
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Yeah, get'em
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone, huh
Yeah
Yo
These broads out here do anything for purse
Alleyways, taking hits of diatomaceous earth
It'll take em' to the rehab spot, or in a hearse
Skinny girls, walk around with Mickey D's straw girth
Man, I'm goin' Jay Dirt, Philadelphia to Perth
Iron Fist Johnny goin' Alpha, it's Super Merk
Beast mode
Ain't about the cash no more, just happy I'm alive
Can't ask for any more
Crazy shit, I'm bearin' witness with experiences
Rough times, sandwiches without the Miracle Whip
12 o'clock, Tom and Jerry, with the cereal shit
Avenues, bullets fly, hit arterial quick
Clowns fight, over pussy, being shared in the hood
Chicks set your ass up like they playin' the book
No strap, crowbars, what I need for the crooks
This is Mayweather relaxed
I'm not throwing a hook
I choose wise when I move like an athlete's foot
Niggas talking, turf wars
Pull up, any strip
Reconcile at a school
Gourami to Koi Fish
Got hors' d'oeuvres galore, you can pick any dish
Had flames
Nine years old, with the inkpen
Now I'm in my mid-twenties, burnin' bank statements
Bad chick, chillin' as my wife, no facelift
We lettin' good times roll
Shrimp and steak, bitch
I'm so humble with it
I stay runnin' with it
Corey Clemente on the ball, I can't fumble with it
I got love to the moon
And I can son (sun) you with it
Capital punishment is big like Pun did it
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
Evildoers, good souls, they in between
F*ck fights, open mask before I sneeze
I stay lit, keep heat like Summer's Eve
These crazy hoes, twitterpate through Twitter feeds
I'm out for injustice like Batman
World gone stupid
I'ma give the Earth, a satellite cat scan
I pass knowledge like Piff
Lyrics I let it rip
Like perforated edges from UPS packages
This kid is heaven, I freeze hell in autumn
I lay fresh lines like going to street barbers
Add Johnny in your top 50
My punchlines, a double barrel, like what shot Ricky
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
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English

Yeah, get'em
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone, huh
Yeah
Yo
These broads out here do anything for purse
Alleyways, taking hits of diatomaceous earth
It'll take em' to the rehab spot, or in a hearse
Skinny girls, walk around with Mickey D's straw girth
Man, I'm goin' Jay Dirt, Philadelphia to Perth
Iron Fist Johnny goin' Alpha, it's Super Merk
Beast mode
Ain't about the cash no more, just happy I'm alive
Can't ask for any more
Crazy shit, I'm bearin' witness with experiences
Rough times, sandwiches without the Miracle Whip
12 o'clock, Tom and Jerry, with the cereal shit
Avenues, bullets fly, hit arterial quick
Clowns fight, over pussy, being shared in the hood
Chicks set your ass up like they playin' the book
No strap, crowbars, what I need for the crooks
This is Mayweather relaxed
I'm not throwing a hook
I choose wise when I move like an athlete's foot
Niggas talking, turf wars
Pull up, any strip
Reconcile at a school
Gourami to Koi Fish
Got hors' d'oeuvres galore, you can pick any dish
Had flames
Nine years old, with the inkpen
Now I'm in my mid-twenties, burnin' bank statements
Bad chick, chillin' as my wife, no facelift
We lettin' good times roll
Shrimp and steak, bitch
I'm so humble with it
I stay runnin' with it
Corey Clemente on the ball, I can't fumble with it
I got love to the moon
And I can son (sun) you with it
Capital punishment is big like Pun did it
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
Evildoers, good souls, they in between
F*ck fights, open mask before I sneeze
I stay lit, keep heat like Summer's Eve
These crazy hoes, twitterpate through Twitter feeds
I'm out for injustice like Batman
World gone stupid
I'ma give the Earth, a satellite cat scan
I pass knowledge like Piff
Lyrics I let it rip
Like perforated edges from UPS packages
This kid is heaven, I freeze hell in autumn
I lay fresh lines like going to street barbers
Add Johnny in your top 50
My punchlines, a double barrel, like what shot Ricky
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
That Yin-Yang soul, we in that zone
Bad peeps, good peeps, we in that zone
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Writer: Johnathan Holmes
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Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Johnathan Holmes
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