Lyrics:
to your Never Never land
Your truth is written on your face
Won't be fooled by sleight of hand
Too much of your "look at me" stories
Too much of your "woe
a noose
Let me check the rules, hang tight
We'll poison the waters, put liquor stores on every corner
Open them bitches early in the morning and blow
Watch
To the court imma super villain
Sweep my feet I'm gone be straight
I don't believe in superstition
Black cat cross my path
I'm going to buy a lottery ticket
If I
of beasts locked inside the camp
Are softly surrounded by the poison gas
It's just like what the world feared of all those years ago
The stories from 1940
the gossip phase
If you're an opp then it's not your day
Rappers in a cocky place
I'm not the one to turn into hibachi steak
Lost his taste, now your
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
soak first
Before you knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't
knock it
But listen to you rock it
And once that rhyme settle up in your dome
Just buy the album when I drop it
But it ain't like that
I'm just statin' my
money, and murder on the TV
It's easy to put out a bullshit CD
And poison the people's minds for GP
Destroying what we designed in 3D
Everybody's yelling
and tall
Don’t forget about the bottom it comes back to us all
Some get stuck in the fog, like at the top of Mount Everest
Cause they’re blinded by things
a fly by night angizwani neyikhova
That OVO logo seem to be your badge of honor
It's about time that I blow
I would commit suicide
So I could go
A sleepy Sunday
Cooped up inside
Tappin' fingers on the tabletop
Just watchin' how the sun goes wanderin' by
So let's raid the kitchen
Grab all we
like a wooden toy soldier's,
Leaping out my bodyI'm flying by on a poster,
More flashes of brilliance than Jordan's rookie year choker
while they break
Top is don't my loop
Pi pr
Gang Soul beat
I'm Needer so I can't like touch my face
Fuck phone keep OG dace
Born music in 2022
Date is 2002
Your
Came up from up from a E pill
Stack or starve in the streets
My new Mac I call it Apple
Every year that shit release
They say JD what you doing
In
the gap band
Toss your favorite rappers album in the trash can
These pricks ain't never seen the type of struggles I have
Nobody could predict how this
Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with
Transcripts, hidden in advancement
Last kick check finding my Atlantis
Can mist give to something to back-whip
But I'm throwing something nobody could have
on pagans night.
I taste the serpents poison
On the lips of the one I love.
She brings this gift of witchcraft.
I wear the cat-skin gloves.
Apples
on X is like seeing the whole card deck before buying in
So get ya money up, the new cat that be running rap was like a runner up
Guess directions f-cked
your city
Why these cats getting stuck in they pity
I'm trying to float above the clouds
And sing to the crowds
All this label be dissing loud
Ya boi
the Hell's Kitchen Nasir Jones
With some of Kweli's pros
That's widely spoke of and held
In regard by most
Of whom I would care about their opinion
You
of the world on my shoulders
I'm losing the plot on a daily
Fading away with a hole in the pocket man I'm broke son
But let's toke one
Bit of weed here and there
Bubble a poison till it pops
Now you can find me in the burgs
And you can find me in the streets
Until you wonder what happened to meto me
You gotta trust
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