[Verse 1: Kixxie Siete]
Uh, I'm too smooth for these dudes to be stepping on
They fuck around, slip and fall, break they bones
I make a song 'bout the story of Kixxie, I'm never in it for bitches
The road to glory and riches is long, quite treacherous
For this mic messenger. If they stepping into my ring, I might wrestle 'em
"My, are you kiddin'" flow
Fine when I'm spitting clothes-
Lines got them flipping slamming on to the mat
And they expect me not to laugh
When they flat on they back
Them rap RB's got no class, getting marked tardy
Even my whack bars be, flyer than Matt Hardy
Jumping off the top of the rope, I'm that gnarly
Hit you with the back of my hand and leave the prints
Of the fresh ink raps that was written with black sharpie
Bitches all up on me at parties
And they hands pat me down like I'm drunk, and I'm lookin for car keys
Must've left them up at the bar please, go back
It's times like these I need Kodak
[Hook]
It's Yacht Club, we be floating along
We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along
It's Yacht Club, and we be floating along
We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along
[Verse 2: Art Official (AKA: Artie McCraft]
I mix my passion with a dose of agility
Get a little closer now they feel the inability
Slight pressure, (?) one's visibility
Hence my facility is filled with artillery
Yeah, that's me. Best believe I make you run too
Hunt you, manipulate the mind no need to touch you
The swift sailor, I took her up, then nailed her
No trailer. Like weed, I inhale her
Ecstasy, now they all wanna stand next to me
For the simple fact they heard my rappin' is complexity
Chief Commander, with a clan full of generals
Mind generators creating that of electrical
I mean that first, most did seem skeptical
Now I hit the lab, leave wit' a bag of chemicals
Spear entity, I go through the extremity
Adopt a rock, and turn it into funky melodies
Double D weed with no seeds be the remedy
Exquisite energy able to lay down all my enemies
[Verse 3: Kixxie Siete]
And these days you can't focus on raps lyrically
Track tend to sound like trash if they lack delivery
Got it down to a science but I never passed chemistry
Cats try to mimic me, but that don't count as symmetry
Actually I'm flattered, the way they talk about me
Got me thinking I'm the only thing that matters
I think I'm Ash Ketchum from the way I'm wearing my cap backwards
My walk rad swagger, my talk bad grammar
They think they tough as nails so I'm swinging that damn hammer
Coming back for revenge like they killed my grand master
Judo chop cowards like Austin Powers one hit and they hitting the floor
They don't want no more. They fall in slo-mo, "Get up out of my dojo"
I'm way too groovy to be loosing my mojo
This ain't no movie to me, I'm sorry Frodo
I hit 'em where it hurts, and I put them in the middle of the earth
[Verse 4: Art Official (AKA: Artie McCraft)]
Some think I'm too blind for the front line
Be a fool, I'll test mine. I'll break 'em off
Cloud of smoke arose from a crowd of folks
No sound of chokes, Gawd, life ain't no joke
Break the cheddar, see hoes, whateva'
Glued to the path I'm on, I aim betta'
Whether or not, I tear a knot, I know ya fear me, they hear me
Black Swan, mission to say it clearly
Psychological, most mentally brain dead
No head like a bull seeing only red
In dim light, my pair write, in full flight
At midnight, I strike the mic, with a mind spite
He's right. There ain't no way that he's left
I'll be the rapper standing here til I'm laid to rest
But I doubt that, I see fools, and they ain't even about that
Reroute raps, on the wrong path. Where yo house at?
[Hook]
It's Yacht Club, we be floating along
We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along
It's Yacht Club, and we be floating along
We singing this song, in hopes that you'll be singing along
