Lyrics:
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I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
was making hits regardless
Talking like I won a race, but I'm just getting started
Don't ask me 'bout no album dates, I'm a selfish artist
Illo hit
are my crown
Oh, my love, you're all that I prayed for
You were made for these arms to surround
Faithful as a morning sunrise
And sacred as a love
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
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This is a recording
Now leave me lone, I
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
is hilarious
I'm in my prime bitch please call me Optimus
Huh
What
Hit a pussy with an uppercut (Pow)
Pull up on homies they can't answer back it's
the methods of a mad scientist
A recording artist in the lab writing hits
Too cool to marginalized by buffoonery, coonery
I prove to be in tune with the use
I pick the bottle up, I put it down
Hit the blunt twice pass it around
She drop it low all the way to the ground
Baby, I love the way you
Put it
Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet
And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is your
ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you
Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet
And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is your
ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you
I caught you by surprise your looking empty
(You look so empty)
Come and join the Circus we're so friendly, yeah
(Skrt Skrt Skrt) In a Bentley, yeah
Nate, you got a cool talent
But I don't care if you were born with it
You gotta make this happen
So you gotta work for it
You already said you're
The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you
Hello everyone
I'm going to take you on a journey through a decade that I lived through
And I survived
We're going back to the Noughties
The 2000s
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
Born in 1999
Mike he write these rhymes
Every single time
Bends these minds
Man this shit is mind bending
Yeah sorry this is Mikes' ending
Albums
No one ever do it like me when I say shit
Rap so good I think of giving up my day shift
Dropped my last album that shit was for the ages
So now I
and buy draw
Nothing changed, instead of sweets, we hit the shop and buy Rawz
Flows running outta fashion, n*ggas drop and bite yours
Seen the Love was
go, we rollin? (ay)
What's 80 minutes to me
Man in a minute imma hit you with the realest
Expect less? Now you got me pressed
Ok I'm Mr. 4.0 I'm
The content's digestible
Plug in to Cordy
Then I get recording
It get kinda corny
But listen the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
your mind in a dream world
When the sun comes up I'll be by your side
I'm not like them I'm another kind
Hit the strip club girls get big tips from me
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