MIKE
Whoadie Hason & Drew Davis
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Look, huh Back to the Future faster than Michael J, might fade away Retro Air 1's, feelin' like Michael J, no J Foxx Still might catch me in Kings Tower Every single got a jingle, I make you watch for an hour While I do my thang, levitatin' like David Blaine Watch me rise out of the dirt like D Johnson Call me the king of the Night Walkers Exed her off the team, on Billie Jean I got to moon walking Look, Kicked her out least I ain't stab her up Mask on with the jumpsuit and a butchers knife, they know what's up Put that on my last name, lotta tricks under the hat I pull out you see two thangs, crazy and obnoxious Get to talkin' to them fishes, we ain't have time for a coffin, tie his feet up Stick and move, this boy a monster, 'Vander better speed up I can't lose, I'll bite this nigga the ear before I'm beat up "Mike were you really sick this week, what was the problem?" "I broke my back..." "What do you mean by that, you bro-?" "My back is broken..." "What part, a-a-a vertebrae or-or-or a- ?" "Well..." "Spinal" Carmen Diaz, Eddie Murphy who I mob with Quick in Harlem Nights, she wanna fight the way I talk shit I'll shoot her toe, thinkin' she gone bleed me? Had to let her know, ain't one to be fucked with Shake me up, talkin' combustion when I pull out with this baby Glock One eye focused looking down the sights, call me Fetty Wap Shmurder dancing Wanna see me hit it from the line? Bitch, I'm Reggie Jackson, back in action Preparing for Creed, think I'm Michael B. Huh Jordan In the finals 6-0, niggas can't f*ck with me I'm Black Jesus or Baby G, we playin' hardball Hand me down jerseys be dusty, smellin' like my grandma Slid into the home plate Harlem shakin', dust my paws off Cali Native grew up watching Snoop, got the flow from Scoob Whoadie get to snapping kinda extra, call me Scrappy-Doo What it do Drew up on that track, cookin' like Uncle Drew Started as my dealer 'til we teamed up, shit who would've knew Cult World, make 'em see the vision, shit we takin' over In a Rover, Heat up in my palms, call me Erik Spoelstra Hit 'em hard dropping 45's like I'm J harden Traveled East locked in with some beast, we like who guardin' Easy work, I put on my gear watch me go berserk Locked into the lab experimentin' with the sweaty shirt King and Brodie all we know is ball, I don't think this'll work Hard times, man this shit average to a god I'll deal with the pain, 'cause all you see is fire in my eyes Middy fade away, I'm feeling like Melo in his prime I'll never change, I just find a different way to shine Different way to rhyme, different way to make these niggas hate I'll never sneak a nigga, that just ain't the way I'm raised Locked inside a cage, bet I find my way, watch me break out Line 'em up, I knock 'em down, we treat this shit like take out Bitch, (Yeah) I-I-I-I told you niggas man I- Back at it again Damn, Whoa F*ck you think they call this Cult World fo' nigga? We killin' you niggas
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Written by: Anthony Meyers, Kenneth Queenland II
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