Lyrics:
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
to do
Unless it involves wedding bells or Harry Potter spells
100 degrees outside by noon
I'm not going out in that
I'll just watch Martin re-runs back
from Martin Luther King
Adamsville, know what I mean?
I bring it back and now it's time to rock
Yo, me and Tigger let that Glock slide
Motion with hands
was
I'm Mark Cuban when it's time to bargain
The Heart of the Malcolm x and the Mind of Martin
I Use to make bets in a small apartment
Now I trade
I told you one day I would make it
Now I'm feeling like the gratest
All of that time i done Wasted
I could of been chasing that paper
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
fuck with these niggas, they wishy and washy Time to get bands, so I'm switchin' the topic
I hit up Tese, we got business to discuss I cannot wait till
think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
the album's dropping soon, when they want features on their tunes
I'm the one they're thinking of, yeah I'm the one they're thinking of
Maybe it's cause I'm
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
a knife digging
Into my throat and I had my
Apartment broken into and robbed so
Many times I just
Stopped locking the door in
The years to follow, i lost
burn this bitch to the ground
Fuck all that Martin Luther shit, these niggas emptyin' rounds
Martin Luther, martial law, we marchin', lootin', marshals
Martin Luther King Jr:
All Men are created equal!
Barack Obama
All men are created equal!
The biggest lie ever told
The most misused five words ever
when they rubbing your chest
Pincher i treat all beef tender
No shook ones around here son
You like Michael Jay Fox when
Them bad boys come
Not Will
I'm untouchable I can't be out rhymed I'm untouchable
Hahaha check out this Bazaar rapper style used by me
M I K E Martin
Wack MCS starting beef
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Wack ass
Bitches on it
Clothes stained
By vomit
Back summertime chi
Was prayin for a comet
Hear the hook stop motion
Call it Wallace wit no Gromit
group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation
In the Chicago Bull warmup suit and a bald head like Michael Jordan
Six-time championship
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
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