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a blanket
Let's face it
A felt cloth
A pillow
Fur real tho
My skin is Brillo
Armadillo
This marshmallow
Man
Is not made of jello
My skills grow
Like Leo
Mike

Haven't you noticed?
That I'm a lyrical miracle like the story foretold it
My rhymes are interconnected
And my themes are so potent
I gotta platform

bitch)
By the pound n**** move from a zip (Move from a zip)
Chips down see me bout the dip (You betta dip)
Dough round see me bout the bread (We bout

countin' up counterfeits
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' but sounds and shit
Talk about life and surroundings, surrounded by savages
Chicks I just laugh

your spine
Now you just run out of time
Your bitch she a dime, ask for a line
Now she gon' come through and dine
All these rhymes like I'm in my prime

I feel like I'm Mike Vick in '09
Fuck around and I might smoke a O now
Baby whatcha on, could you hold me down
I just want to know can I keep you

a hoe in the world I would give a night to
Get a mic, I can do what Mike do
Press a nigga one time and he runnin' out of juice
I'll run you out the booth

over drive
I've putting in work like it's over time
And they still get impressed by my older lines
Still have yet to see my coldest rhymes
Feel like Mike

a peace of
Mind, reached through these beats and these rhymes
I see my homies in the darkness and I need the light equalized
I'm makin' a change for myself

high there's no pillar where I'm standing
So high that Mike Jack is by dancing
And I'm sober as I talk about it
I'm talkin' bout the levels ups, this no

Joined by skrilla and black
After they heard me
Wrecking a couple of beats
Using Cool Edit PRO 2.0
With a USB mic
At the time it sounded perfect
And I know

imperfections
Disturbances been caused by misconceptions
The circuses are found in these directions
We hooked on wifi but ain't been connecting
Uh
And it's

'gotta' do is cross my brain
And I'm done giving time to this shit
Mike Myers 'I'm'a' move how I like in this bitch
You're tired I'm wide eyed never submit

the Intro, then I got sidetracked with other music by myself
Dre Major, and Arone but man we really back here right on time

This got that ReelSeason 1 vibe

smothered with lies
We subtracting clout
We reverse the curse in the layman's scripture
Laid by the serpent mask in troubling times
Paint a picture

to stay up in a panic
Now not an ounce of worry, know I write my life out
I’ma blow ya’ll away like Mike on a Fight Night
Ooo you think I rhyme tight, yes I

the pussy
It’s just been a homicide
She calling me by my government
It’s dripping wet
Mike Phelps got no gloves in it
She falling in love
She McLoving it

Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

If they do, toss em off a bridge
Keep talking shit you'll end up in a ditch
Rhyme dirtier than Mike Rowe
I don't fuck with no goddamn hoe
Only 17 but I

get to the point because time is money, guess I lost a dime
I can switch it up to one, two, three, four, five, six (RHYMES)
By the time you catch up

bitch I’m balling I feel like mike
Rhymes up in a noose they never loose I keep my flow tight
And my life’s been alright
Right now I feel up here, before

by the shine of a lovely divine
Something for all time that I can wrap in the rhymes
And bring the rap to the shrine with a pound of some pine
All over

a hungover Tyson
Swinging on money teams
Who come attackin' the titan
Do I look frightened
Jurassic as Mike Crichton
I'm too enlightened
My senses are

see stars record us
The only, one survivors, the rest are slaughtered
Murdered with pages and rhymes, never being ordered
Try and move across