Yes A Major
[Intro: Mr. Khaliyl]
Yes, yes.  Hehehehe.  Aight.  Let’s see now.  How we gon’ do this?  So, I know you know who it is.  You know what it’s about.  So I know you know what it’s about to be, right?  Here we go.  Come on

[Hook: Mr. Khaliyl]
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
I said yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, yes, and yes
“If the record is a smash, I could still survive” - Sample from Special Ed’s “I’m the Magnificent”

[Verse 1: Mr. Khaliyl]
Ain’t nothing wrong with it.  My people stronger ‘cause they did it
Whether whipped, kidded, and glittered, or still trying to get it
Hustlers own the street but pray they get acquitted
Pimp revolutionaries just trying to hit it
Different fruits, same tree, so we ignore the critics
Rule two-thousand-and-three: never eat what you shitted
If you do, that’s the bed you made, so lay up in it
Wear a helmet in the jungle or lay up in the clinic
I told y’all once before and I’ma say it again
Fuck with us?  You’d rather spend your life in the pen
“Hard to the paint” the mantra ‘cause we’re here to win
They love my B-side but can’t ignore the wages of sin
It’s like Mike J. the way I moonwalk on your plaque
You took the fast lane here but it’s a long way walking it back
You’re life’s a lie—you’re really just blind to the facts
Tell the waitress, “Hurry up with my yak”
It’s like:
[Hook: Mr. Khaliyl]
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
I said yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, yes, and yes
“If the record is a smash, I could still survive” - Sample from Special Ed’s “I’m the Magnificent”

[Verse 2: Mr. Khaliyl]
It’s time to lace your boots up and hit the pavement
Advance to the frontlines and take it back to the basics
It’s a pimp-ho world out there, so fuck enslavement
Let’s rock the boat ‘til we tip every slave ship
So many brave men come and go frequently
But recently I got up on a whole different frequency
Don’t even speak to me if you ain’t aware
That the walls have eyes and around here, so
We hit the block running and we ain’t looking back
I brought my peoples with me—yo, where Brooklyn at?
I know your whole world is tumbling down but just
Stay out the way and it’ll be OK—I promise
You know to play every day, all day
Cats talk a lot of shit but don’t got nothing to say
DJ all up in the mix and don’t got nothing to play
And it’s a shame to see the game go up in flames this way
Come on
[Hook: Mr. Khaliyl]
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
I said yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, yes, and yes
“If the record is a smash, I could still survive” - Sample from Special Ed’s “I’m the Magnificent”

[Verse 3: Mr. Khaliyl]
After the cream rise, I’ll take mine off top
Slavery ain’t in my bloodline, so I don’t sharecrop (That’s right)
I let the snare pop like plastic under pressure in Medina
During a dry season.  My niggas beef—our reasons:
Some even commit treason to impress their crew
But you gotta let it slide ‘cause they know not what they do
They know not what is true, living life in the dark
You know I’ll walk through The Valley, I’ll spread light with a spark (Right)
Watching ill-equipped niggas trying to handle a man’s job
That’s like asking armless hookers to give a handjob
They don’t feel you.  They want to kill you
‘Cause you conceal proof, but I reveal truth
We still troop through rain, snow, sleet, or hail
Couldn’t slow my delivery if you controlled the mail
Translate my flow to Braille for cats who still hold a rail
Who never pass “GO” but go to jail
Who gotta wait for that commissary check in the mail
Who never get to stash dough ‘cause they need it for bail
They stay fighting over charges—they ain’t going home frail
We do the same shit out here bigger scale
To no avail.  So now it’s ripe for the picking
We running out of time ‘cause the clock is still ticking
The plot thickens—love it or leave it alone
We ain’t getting no younger, so keep your pockets full-grown
[Hook: Mr. Khaliyl]
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  And yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, and yes, yes, and yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
I said yes, y’all.  (Yes, y’all).  Yes, yes, y’all (Yes, y’all)
And yes, yes, yes, and yes
“If the record is a smash, I could still survive” - Sample from Special Ed’s “I’m the Magnificent”