Lyrics:
[Afrika]
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and..
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
?? got my
that thang on my hip
like Mike Will, I got the bumperrrr and thaaaa grilll.
Im from the dirty dirty south, i nevaaaaa stress
can't you tell by
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
rushie
You "mos" come tot by my kasi
Jy's lucky ek kom jou nie bassie
Coz ek Flow soes die "Iron Mike Tyson"
En as jy wil "StreetFight", kom op ek is
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
Mike:
This is a story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say, that we ought
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
What's important is 90's Jordan is better than Bron James and Aaron Gordon
And I'm a 90's rap baby
It's when I started to rhyme
By early 2000 I started
I'll Spongebob and weave like Plankton
What
Float like a butterfly sting like a murder hornet
That's a nice car
Jeff Gordon
This is important
Is that
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
disc 11
Eyes on you from a whole other biome
So walk away or tighten up
But, judging by the way you talk
Your brain still needs to
Load a couple chunks
is my outlet
Establishing the brand
As I inspire, you aspire
Follow your dreams by any means
Follow your path to succeed
My rhymes are spittin' within
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with Win-Ten
gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I'm tryna get by, double U E double B follow with
or dub it
Compared to us, niggas ain't nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'em
My rhymes'll split
strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
many rhymes you got
I will go for more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
And there's no where to run ta when I confront ya
Nigga I call
rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
For more Millenniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call
strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
flames
Hardest spitter this side of the land and the port
Moved from SoCal to Timbuktu
SOR PNW I rep
714 951 909
By the Law of Average, should I stay
One-two mike check 1998
Settin' it straight, for you and yours, rocksteady
Big dedicational shoutout's going to the freestylers in the dance tonight
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
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