Lyrics:
boots for girls, with the tree stump
Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them
They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely
But I like
Mix-A-Lot]
Yeah, I'd much rather be behind the mic, then the gat
But the simple fact that my pockets is fat
Means I can't relax, you know what I'm sayin?
Haha
kosher interludes
Don't ridicule my piffs, y'all can't live with what my pen'll do
Wrote music into life, fucked the beat and gave it feelings too
Hits you
four-fours stack till I'm matchin' my worth in measures
Spend my leisure time
Combattin' these worldly pleasures, attacked by the worst oppressors, unaware
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
Stole from you, poke fun at your lack
River Niger, discovered by Mungo Park?
Koni ragba koni rawo fun Mungo Park.
Short interlude
Outro
Oh man, West
Final Interlude, Last of a Dying Breed
Written by: Tim Lynch
Interlude
Last of a Dying Breed
We're the last of a dying breed
My word is my bond
I keep on driving
Alone on my Island
Stranded alive
On a desert island
The only way out
Is blocked by darkness
In case I should tumble
And fall
mic switches
It's like a hot spoon of heroin, a Don like Perignon
Females love the guns I be wearing
Plant my seeds to live infinite, indeed in my
resented
& restricted in the kind of life options they’re presented
But I’m finding the silver lining, inviting some brilliant lighting
By mining for my
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
would never mention Nipsey Hustle
Like my interlude I'm on the cusp again
She asked me to not rap about her gotta do it subtle
Address me as your
motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless it's on the cut so give me
The mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you
Lieber lernen, Ladies
Leute lieben Leseratten
Lockerer Lifestyle, Leben leben lassen
Mächtige Mukke massakriert
Mach mal Mic
countin'
How many time do I keep ya bouncin
Wait let me think ever since My interlude
Not a day goes by that you won't see me on the tube
Big thangs for
Some of you nice but you ain't real, get off the mic
That's on my life, I never had shit but this weed and I stay lighted up
So get your lighters up
to the mic, my psyche's always fracture
I see what I can be
I'm ready to live a dream
But you already hate me
So I can't break free
Lonely is the man that lives
meshe o
When l grab the mic na gbege
When l start to bust wani motun ti gbede gbede o
L O L awon elese pinosodi
Do you know do you know my record label
that's real feel the continent drift
My tongue lash in an old fashion
I speak out of turn
I go outside just to reinvent myself
Every open mic dusted
don't settle
My pen's the ride, on the pad, the road
Y'all must've known this is the
Way I unwind and unload
Over beats, overload, mind explodes
Stress in
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself
Or if was with somebody else
You don't understand she make the
People say yeah yeah
I can put
me on a beat no discussing
Island gyal, over sea, curry mutton
Playing golf with my stick I'm putting
Good food Body set tight, LaLa (Anthony)
Not inna
or three days later
My styles more dangerous than wrestling alligators
In shark infested water by yourself late at night
So if you’re having second thoughts
Discuss these my mic interlude by the lonely island Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In