Lyrics:
novacaine
Bite off Rakim, you copy Big Daddy Kane
You know my steelo, I rhyme against a million people
who think they equal, disguisin as Jamaican
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
position
Shocked to tears by each new vision
Of all that my ancestors have done
Like, say, the women who gave their lives
So that I could have one
hectic!
What an incredible sound
The President's down
The crowd distracted by the sounds of 3 rounds
Some say 2, but who's counting?
While Lee bouncing out
thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
side of Barn(?)
All the weak sounds can't come it
We sing, Oh Lord Mr. Kardinal style nice times twice
Red-1 on the mic device mice times two
Original
a bitch
And the cuzzy done threw at his whip
He really don't miss so he lucky he lived
Ayo breezy who that in that blunt
Dead opps smoke em by the ton
Worda
sneaking out with his guys making a right with two wrongs
Something to chew on settle for dicks who's Loot long as Luke Longley
Centre of the bullshit you
draggin bags of bones
Slit my own wrists, and bleedin out microphones
Consider me the MC who lives forever
Rainin hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
nigga
[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]
I'm from the Southside of that damn F.L.A
Why disrespect if you gon' have to pay
The consequences from the shit that you
Honxho Dragic
I’m wrapping da gas in da plastic
Get da pack gone like magic
You don’t want no static
I let them shots off at your crew, I’m tryna see who
bit like its piranha
Spit with honour, who is the King Indeed? Look up and then believe!
Dear God, I Thank You – for everything you’ve done for me x 2
her spanking eat it like food platter
Oh flow so smooth
I get flashy, photo shoot
I get nasty, two live crew
Move them asscheeks, who are you
Gotta look
Uh
And you already know what it means when you see these two names connected
Yeah
Niggas counting favors while we out here counting paper
Fueled by
live it up wish for the best
Still gon' pop out, we ride or die, we yellin' free them from the feds
Know they the ones who chose this life how can I love
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
off in this bitch
No ceilings fuck ha, now we do what we do
And I go by Witty we record as a crew
Gonna stay here all night past
A quarter to two
And if
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
The world needs changing
He who has it in him needs amazing
My life in vain
Never from what I've said I'd rather be blazing
Saving what I'm saving
Armadale popping now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one
Armadale popping now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one
watchu know bout this life that I'm mothafuckin livin’
Spirit stay high so I get it how i live it
start me day up with a prayer and some lemon
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