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Yoshida Yoshi · 6 plays

male rap vocals, energetic hip-hop, playful wordplay, clever puns, confident flex, tech references, cool vibe, fast-paced flow

Lyrics

Intro

Yeah

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Yoshi on the timeline

Look—

Verse

I don’t chase clout, I let the clout chase me

Cloud so high but the bars stay hazy

Data on my side, I don’t mean maybe

When I back it up, it’s storage, not a baby

I’m on a roll—camera rolling, sushi flex

Raw with the lines, that’s a tuna complex

Checks on my mind like I’m playing chess

But I cash out kings, that’s a royal flush text

Double tap, I don’t double back

Trouble stacks when the hustle rap

Got drive—USB how I plug the track

Too lit—EDM when I dub the facts

I flip scripts like thrift shops

Drip drop but I don’t flop

Big top, I’m a ring leader

Three rings like a phone feature

Triple entendre, I sponsor the mantra

Conquer the contra, I’m calm as a sauna

Hot but cool, that’s paradox posture

“Can you top this?” I’m top-tier—topper

Independent like Wi-Fi off

Still connect dots when the signal lost

I pay my dues but I never get taxed

IRS— I “Earn Respect” from the tracks

Pre-chorus

They scrolling but they stuck now

Hooked like it’s a punchline punch out

Funny how I run it when I walk in

Moonwalk smooth, still sun out

Chorus

I’m trending, no blender, I mix it organic

They panic—titanic—my wave is Atlantic

I’m viral, spiral, but keep it hygienic

This beat going dumb but the rapper’s a genius

Ha-ha, he-he, I tee off like golf

No cap, just C’s when I sail these thoughts

Clock in, tick-tock, big watch don’t stop

If time is money then I’m rich off bars

Rich off bars—(cellular service!)

Rich off bars—(lawyer nervous!)

Rich off bars—(snack machine!)

I’m feeding the block with a punchline purpose

Verse

I stay sharp—HD edge

Cut scenes clean, that’s a hedge on hedge

Talking bread but I loaf in peace

Whole grain hustle, never fold or crease

I’m a big deal—no coupon needed

Two sides to me—both undefeated

I plant seeds, that’s word to my roots

But I branch out heavy when I shoot my shoots

Zoom in—focus lens

Close friends but I ghost the trends

Make cents, common sense

Make dollars from commas and comments and cents

That’s triple—

Money talk, grammar flex

Period—full stop, camera checks

Frame the game, I picture profit

Negative space? I still stay positive

I’m booked and busy—library cool

Got chapters on how to bury my rivals

Title wave when I surf the web

They streaming tears, I’m streaming titles

Bridge

Okay, okay, okay

I’m sweet sixteen but I’m grown grown

Got keys to the game—no ringtone

They press my buttons, I sew seams

Stitch flow, high fashion with no loans

I’m “current”—that’s electric presence

Past tense rappers, I present the present

Future proof with the proof in pudding

If life’s a gamble, I’m good with booking

Chorus

I’m trending, no blender, I mix it organic

They panic—titanic—my wave is

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