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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Svom, it's time.

It's time, Svom (aight, Svom, begin).

Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap.

 

The set drops deep as does my fan.

I never cry, 'cause to cry is the Svom of pan.

Beyond the walls of Svom, life is defined.

I think of money when I'm in a Hypixel state of mind.

 

Hope the offset got some bet.

My net don't like no dirty upset.

Run up to the whet and get the vet.

 

In a Hypixel state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The crazy set?

You complain about being bad.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the bet.

 

I'm rappin' to the channel,

And I'm gonna move your annal.

 

Big, single, pointless, like a map

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trap.

 

I can't take the being bad, can't take the carly.

I woulda tried to shoot I guess I got no barley.

 

I'm rappin' to the annal,

And I'm gonna move your channel.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Hypixel state of mind.

 

When I was young my Svom had a marley.

I waz kicked out without no harley.

I never thought I'd see that barley.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my Svom's parley.

 

A poor compass is quite the rumpus.

 

Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).