Yeshivishe Mozart (feat. Young Rechnitz)

(Are you crazy?)

(Are you out of your mind?)

(Don't you understand what's going on out there?)

Rosh Yeshivois taina that I'm bad for the avir

Like a CFC

Rebbe on vacation i'm going out reckless (Reckle-less)

No G&G

By the way, I go by the name of Young Rechnitz

Almost forgot to say hi (hi)

And if you can't follow my train of thought

I don't blame you cuz' neither can I

Al kol ponim my passion is rapping

I got no zitz fliesh so my pants are baggy

And every other zman I was back in the gass like a jack in the box

I just stopped unpacking

First day of school my Menahel tried to talk

He was like "Welcome back everybody- wait what's that stench though?"

Cross eyed Sefardi in the back with a trench coat

Jotting lyrics down on my arm with a pencil

This beat is hot as yad soledes boi

When I picked it up I had to put it back down

I almost burnt my hand I'm like "ooh it's hot"

People been waiting on me to release all these singles

Like BMG on erev tu-bishvat

But I knew I had your ear like Van Gogh's vaiber

Since you heard that "Shalom-chikka-shalom shalom Greenspans here"

My rebbe always said I'm an ois varf

He would slap me and call me a shoita

Misunderstood all my life it was so hard

Now I'm the goat, the yeshivishe Mozart

I'm back in this moisid, (Whoo!)

I'm back in this moisid I'm packing

And when I say packing I don't mean to go

To the Catskills, shoita

I stay with the strap like a lubab (ooh-ah!)

I keep one in the chamber like an evil poritz

So do not approach me if you do not- ahhh!

Hold it, hold it

Anshuldigs, my trigger finger is killing

I think I pulled it

Where was I? Nochamol

Do not approach me if I do not know you Like

"vos is dayn numan?"

Assuming I'm friendly

Cuz I'm not from Neuman's

And I could go crazy

I'll go full behaimas

I aim and I shoot and I reload I'm rolling with real life kanoi'm

And pashtus we can get it popping like Pashkez potato chips

Only two things that I fear is aibishter and tish

(Are you crazy?) Aha, Aha So... You rap music Aha I hear I hear

Call me crazy

Call me a shoita

Still I'm the GOAT

The Yeshivishe Mozart

I used to be a broke Yungerman, now I'm balling

But I ain't a Balhabos, never will be

Matter fact I might just drop a moisid on 7th

They say It's for the cheese but I do it for a 'Leben'

And I grada got a lotta yungerlite

Who gotta pay for baby bottles

And It's not like they're the kav to prav

And wear the Pradas that the Balleibattim bought them

Al-kol-ponim-v'oifen

I'm one in a 'Toisen' (Whoo!)

Try to walk in my shoes

You're really gonna wanna try to run in my hoizen

You must be Chol Hamo'ed tripping

I fly a teef-kite

Bachurim been sleeping on me like I'm 2nd seder during soif zman

Now they're salty

Cuz' they see me on the mizrach vant

Atarah dripping like a mikvah towel, whot

You fat Balleibatim are not gonna learn, are you?

Mufga

I see you Kuching!

I see you wishing I'd flub up

I just give you a k'nip on the cheek

And wish you hatzlocha

Shoitas