Lyrics:
the storm
A jacket to keep you warm
It took me reachin new heights just to ground myself
I lost a lot but in the end I finally found myself
This album earned
the audacity to go switch
It wasn't my mistake
Blinded by lights
Tryna get labeled wit the greats
Not that many mountains and levels I'll take
Uh
What's
fine- your vision's just different than mine
See I learned how to rhyme by a different design
Remember I had the album with the Canibus sign
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
you're down to fight the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the bomb diggy
Ring the alarm, now the squads with me
a carbon copy of another
Paving my own path and that's word to my mother
By God's design keepin' my eyes on the prize
All my selfish desires I will realize
on this rap game
Bearing the name
Jesus Christ on the mic
And I'm here to proclaim
I say it with no shame
Because I'm not in for the fame
I spit them
game
Bearing the name
Jesus Christ on the mic
And I'm here to proclaim
I say it with no shame
Because I'm not in for the fame
I spit them healing verses
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
I say
Only two albums deep
Like a quarter of the way
To the finish line
Some claim kick back give it time
Other's like hustle harder it'll slip
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
and forth like I’m Bobby Boucher
In the studio workin on a new album
Then hit the club we runnin circles around em
Take the DJ’s mic tell them they ain’t
I spit bars you’ll turn pale
New school emcees be featherweights on scales
Ya’ll frail and so is yo rhyme schemes
It’s cheap yo technics weak by all
asking if I rhyme too
Nod my head yes
Although my time at open mics is new
You promise me I'll kill it
Sitting front row with the best view
Panicking
brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley
My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious
A kid goes out on dates later than their next period
My crews got
than happy hour
You set a new goal I've already climbed the ladder
Set a record that I've already shattered
You looking beat up there
Gotta mix before I
T on the mic, TopGunning
After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy, in effect
The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
my mic on (right on)/got my first rap name I went by cyclone (I did)/did songs with Ced, Rod, and Pwee/all on cassette before they came out with
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
If yall wanna watch me
Ryde outta sight
Wrong when im right
Ryan when im not
Keep a dyke on my cock
Put the mic on the dock
Just copped a dalmation
finding out how
To use my voice, which is crazy
Modeliste: Do you have a favorite
Song on this album?
MGK: My favorite song on my new
Album is "Let You
think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
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