Infected by Young Associates Lyrics
Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020
[INTRO: THE SARGENT]
(Um.)
What his name?
Tell me what his name
(Hello.)
Tell me what his name
It’s the young
(It’s…)
Young, young
(The…)
Young, young, young
(That’s it, that’s how I’ll introduce myself
I’m ‘The.’)
Young
Young Associates!
[1ST VERSE: THE SARGENT]
Left y’all defective from my weapons
Yeah, my gun!
It’s the fuckin’ Sargent
Stayin’ hotter than the sun
He the fuckin’ one
Got the meat between the buns
Been the illest rhymer
Bumpin’ fire out the sub
Killin’ every demo
Murk a beat wit Brian
Shit produced by Benjels.
Sargent got the best flow
Ah!
Dropping tracks,
Spittin’ raps, going bat shit.
Sargent flick the wrist and he mixin’ up acid.
Spewing heat
And he flyer than a dragon
Sargent droppin’ songs
She on my John, no Madden
Fuckin’ on your madam
Got her pussy spazzin’
Hit it ‘till she stop me then I swung my dick back in.
Beat it from the front
Then I hit it from the side
It’s a new day still fuckin’ on a dime
Fuckin’ on a bad hoe
Slide a finger in her asshole
Suckin’ up my tadpoles
Doin’ reps
Keep my abs swoll
[HOOK: BENJELS & BRI CRISP]
You boys ain't pimpin'!
I'm sifting misgivings
No presents on Christmas
You fuck with Crispest
Consulting the mystic
(Oh!)
Shifting perspective
Young youngest collective
If your bitch is infected
We call in the medic
And leave un-erected
[2ND VERSE: BRI CRISP]
Yet a little unsettled
My presence will melt you
I'll vacate your body
Leave nothing to stencil
I'm skilled with the pencil
Your lyrics a cesspool
Rap handcuffs around you like I could arrest you
No one to defend you
No one will commend you
Approaching the Crisp equals Crisp going to end you
Pull up under pressure
Pull out in a rental
Pull into your woman
Pull out and she pregnant
I got a pool full of liquor
This a cannonball
First question when I enter
'Where the adderall?'
Play my catalogue
This the return of the crisp
Hope you all turned your mother fucking cameras on
Uh
And I'm acting erratic
Your phallus is average I have the advantage
Flattened again have you bruised have you battered
Who knew this the proof that the youth the new standard?
[HOOK: BENJELS & BRI CRISP]
You boys ain't pimpin'!
I'm sifting misgivings
No presents on Christmas
You fuck with Crispest
Consulting the mystic
(Oh!)
Shifting perspective
Young youngest collective
If your bitch is infected
We call in the medic
And leave un-erected
[3RD VERSE: BENJELS]
Uttering poems
Try not to fidget
Got buttery flows
Spit like a spigot
I'm on a new mission
Recuit a militia of midgets
Stop counting bodies and just round the digits
No gidgets or gadgets
I'm going in bat shit
Benjels that monster that’s under your mattress
I ain’t catching catfish
I’m snapping elastics
Immaculate maverick going in spastic
Running the roads but all roads lead to Rome
Been sifting through codes I have stored on my phone
An effective deception though lies are so brazen
Been baking your brains into batches of raisins
Un-detectible fragrance
It could catch a clap on the cadence
Back to the basics
Meet at the station
‘Bout to fap on your face
Then ‘surprise’ when you find my seamen filled with capsaicin
(Oh why?
Oh!
Woo!
Oh-hoo-hoo
Um
I’m gonna get a number eleven…)
[OUTRO: SAMPLE (& BENJELS & BRI CRISP)]
(You boys ain't pimpin'!)
Overdosing is just not cool
You don’t go down in history because you overdosed…
You just die
And that you can still have fun
I mean I’m not fucking sober
I get fucked up, man, let’s keep it real
I get super fucked up
Still
All the time
That will never stop
Never stop
Let me clear up a couple things here
There’s a lot -been a lot of talk about me being on drugs
I’m n-
Look at me
Do I look like I’m on drugs to you?
I’m not on drugs
Drugs are on me
Alright?
That will never stop
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020
[INTRO: THE SARGENT]
(Um.)
What his name?
Tell me what his name
(Hello.)
Tell me what his name
It’s the young
(It’s…)
Young, young
(The…)
Young, young, young
(That’s it, that’s how I’ll introduce myself
I’m ‘The.’)
Young
Young Associates!
[1ST VERSE: THE SARGENT]
Left y’all defective from my weapons
Yeah, my gun!
It’s the fuckin’ Sargent
Stayin’ hotter than the sun
He the fuckin’ one
Got the meat between the buns
Been the illest rhymer
Bumpin’ fire out the sub
Killin’ every demo
Murk a beat wit Brian
Shit produced by Benjels.
Sargent got the best flow
Ah!
Dropping tracks,
Spittin’ raps, going bat shit.
Sargent flick the wrist and he mixin’ up acid.
Spewing heat
And he flyer than a dragon
Sargent droppin’ songs
She on my John, no Madden
Fuckin’ on your madam
Got her pussy spazzin’
Hit it ‘till she stop me then I swung my dick back in.
Beat it from the front
Then I hit it from the side
It’s a new day still fuckin’ on a dime
Fuckin’ on a bad hoe
Slide a finger in her asshole
Suckin’ up my tadpoles
Doin’ reps
Keep my abs swoll
[HOOK: BENJELS & BRI CRISP]
You boys ain't pimpin'!
I'm sifting misgivings
No presents on Christmas
You fuck with Crispest
Consulting the mystic
(Oh!)
Shifting perspective
Young youngest collective
If your bitch is infected
We call in the medic
And leave un-erected
[2ND VERSE: BRI CRISP]
Yet a little unsettled
My presence will melt you
I'll vacate your body
Leave nothing to stencil
I'm skilled with the pencil
Your lyrics a cesspool
Rap handcuffs around you like I could arrest you
No one to defend you
No one will commend you
Approaching the Crisp equals Crisp going to end you
Pull up under pressure
Pull out in a rental
Pull into your woman
Pull out and she pregnant
I got a pool full of liquor
This a cannonball
First question when I enter
'Where the adderall?'
Play my catalogue
This the return of the crisp
Hope you all turned your mother fucking cameras on
Uh
And I'm acting erratic
Your phallus is average I have the advantage
Flattened again have you bruised have you battered
Who knew this the proof that the youth the new standard?
[HOOK: BENJELS & BRI CRISP]
You boys ain't pimpin'!
I'm sifting misgivings
No presents on Christmas
You fuck with Crispest
Consulting the mystic
(Oh!)
Shifting perspective
Young youngest collective
If your bitch is infected
We call in the medic
And leave un-erected
[3RD VERSE: BENJELS]
Uttering poems
Try not to fidget
Got buttery flows
Spit like a spigot
I'm on a new mission
Recuit a militia of midgets
Stop counting bodies and just round the digits
No gidgets or gadgets
I'm going in bat shit
Benjels that monster that’s under your mattress
I ain’t catching catfish
I’m snapping elastics
Immaculate maverick going in spastic
Running the roads but all roads lead to Rome
Been sifting through codes I have stored on my phone
An effective deception though lies are so brazen
Been baking your brains into batches of raisins
Un-detectible fragrance
It could catch a clap on the cadence
Back to the basics
Meet at the station
‘Bout to fap on your face
Then ‘surprise’ when you find my seamen filled with capsaicin
(Oh why?
Oh!
Woo!
Oh-hoo-hoo
Um
I’m gonna get a number eleven…)
[OUTRO: SAMPLE (& BENJELS & BRI CRISP)]
(You boys ain't pimpin'!)
Overdosing is just not cool
You don’t go down in history because you overdosed…
You just die
And that you can still have fun
I mean I’m not fucking sober
I get fucked up, man, let’s keep it real
I get super fucked up
Still
All the time
That will never stop
Never stop
Let me clear up a couple things here
There’s a lot -been a lot of talk about me being on drugs
I’m n-
Look at me
Do I look like I’m on drugs to you?
I’m not on drugs
Drugs are on me
Alright?
That will never stop