Memories
Mic Flo
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This one takes me back To the UT days at the Crossing Place Shout out the Triple Five man Lots of memories On tracks my mind bubbles call it effervescence I was the freshman up at Texas drinking fresh refreshments Lot of memories disappeared that's evanescence Always remember spitting raps it was the best investment Freestyle the price is right I'm the next contestant Hear a beat, what's comes next, aw yes you guessed it Spitting flows in the dorms of the Longhorns With Ike and our prose always had the strong form All while I was rebelling against the patriarch Figured that I'd make my mark by making art See I'll never let em steal my soul or take my heart Boss, will never downplay or mistake my part See I had it all backwards, fleezfleezy Now I meditate and practice so I breathe easy But the stress persists, living in contested bliss Trying to fight my demons it's feeling like an exorcist Man I thought I learned it all then the lesson flips Like them ladies on the poles with them suggestive hips Lost in the streets, beats and the black lights Cuties with booties, school duties and the glass pipes With the triple fives not thinking how to act right Caught up in the long days and the fast nights But we've grown past the days of those past fights And will continue til the day we're read our last rites It's the one MC that'll never be phony The only Rapper that's always in the zone see It's the one and the only These busters can't own me Try and get left alone & lonely We were truly living life at the crossing place Song slaughter and thong water were commonplace Ike beats I abominate while I ramen ate Oooooooh, is what the homie Skor would commentate While we always contemplate how to dominate And take hip hop way above the common state Killing it wherever coeds would congregate Hot like the jambalaya on my plate Done it for years so felt it was all innate When we weren't loved by our peers we were all irate Would let it out at spill til they were on that racist tip No straw taking sips while they're shaking hips Then I'm coming home to more vacant fifths Stumbling in studios, still making hits Triple Five I'm thankful that we're still alive 15 deep we will arrive and they'll feel our vibe Calis now where I quest but that's still the tribe See nothing's changed the loyalty I feel inside Pause? Naw man forever that's the crew Yo I knew when I barely even had a clue See I always got ya back when life stab at you And we're still making music man our passion grew Killing it like when Mike Jordan had the flu So raise ya glass toast ya crew while you have a brew It's the one MC that'll never be phony The only Rapper that's always in the zone see It's the one and the only These busters can't own me Try and get left alone & lonely By the one And shout out to my baby girl Zoe And NiNi, she's my Tenderoni And a big hate hate hate to No G Ha! Shout out all the Triple five OG I rep Houston like Mad Max or Mobley Bout to be a Cali legend like Kobe When I hit em with the left hand like Ginobbli Man you know me. I'm the one and only Mike and Ike for life, yea Sideyard Gang for life, yea Soul 2020 for life, yea Triple Five OG for life, yea Man you know me
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