Lyrics:
NEATO Season has returned
Youngin' had a dream to grab a microphone
(microphone, microphone, microphone
Microphone) come to file it down
That lass
enough"
[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm
Pick up your microphones ha ha
Pick up your microphones
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many
callin' out, I'm tired as fuck and I'm noddin' off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is movin' through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do
Eva since I was a kid knew I was a lil different
Mama always said that I danced to my own rhythm
Started by gettin it poppin clockin pots in
it this far
On my way with a smile on my face to the top and I'm not falling off
And all I need is a microphone, I'll sing about the things that have
Get around the globe
That's light to me
My skin emit a glow
That's light to me
Control the microphone
That's light to me
Never finna fold
live it. It's not a gimmick
Christ and Judas all in one spirit
True alcoholic, pour me my breakfast
Haunted by electronics, my mind is robotic
Easily I
Ayo look here ...
Who the fuck do I be? (Witness!)
Drops bangin CDs (Witness!)
Bringin heat to the microphone crush all touch all
Chicks lined up on my
It's the truly exceptional Jan the man
Up behind the microphone stand
And like fuck do I give a fucking damn
About my supposed sicko rap brand
Fuck
Y'all can suck my nuts through a suction cup
Small town small time ain't no place like home
But when I spit like this these MFs drop the microphone
Hipe, microphone specialist
Hipe, microphone specialist
Hipe, microphone specialist
Hipe, microphone specialist
Alright it's getting really close
on the run
My mic is my gun and my posse's the one
Ready for fun, but also for static
Anything breaks and they're ready automatic
I've had it with
ya no sé que pueda ser.
Tu cuerpo y el mio muy juntos Dios mio
lo sientes no miento yo te lo digo a ti
with my microphone!
I want you, I need you, but
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
much
Microphone
I do this for all my cartel worldwide
Arise, my niggaz in Oslo
I do this for my boys in Warsaw, PH city
Stand up for tha boy
We are
What you want I'm serving plates though
With my Migos call me Quavo
What you brought I built the table
02 Music that's the label
Not a fable really got
the S to the T to the E to the double U
and when I got the microphone I woulda trouble you
My instincts starts linkin like park
you know I m comin tru runnin' tru very
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like
Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like
by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
no sauce
Lately I been feeling like I never took a loss
I cut some people off
Claiming they gon' be there ridin' with me 'til the end
Now I'm by my
style
static never had any so I'm packin a black
automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
down on wax,
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