Lyrics:
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
people.
Anishinaabe, Michael gives you praise.
Like an explosion thoughts came flowing
out of his heart and into his mind.
Where Michael gathered fruits
abused and misused
Always played for a fool
My heartbeat's quiet and bruised
Die or live by gripping a tool
So much pain infused
Streets never play by
Like Mike or Magic
Ain't no Shaqtin
People think that I'm a great
Ain’t no practice
Talk or capping
Bitches ride me like a wave
They told me I could
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all
felony
I catch a case and its federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine yea
Bad bitch hella fine woah
She don't fall never mind no
I'ma
young...
Another frozen future has passed.
Another breed, another cast.
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is
still
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
If you could understand i'm just another guy
Trying to make it through
Trying to make it by i keep kicking
But I'm only given so much time
Call me
gettin' insane
Shout out Mike Hill, shout out Lil Wayne They just re-camped, now that's the game
Know ever since our grandma died, this shit ain't been
when I'm speaking out my lines
Imma ‘bout to get mines reaching for the dollar signs
The days go by (By)
Now I'm in the zone (Zone)
Real G mentality so
life
I just left 2600 for LSU to go get all of my stripes like I’m Mike
I’m spitting all that raw shit through the mic
I keep it rolling, something like
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
ripped out
By Jedi Mind Tricks, ouch!
And ain't nobody gangsta, we just fight good
Left jab, uppercut, then a right hook
Jedi Mind spit rhymes like I write
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
already know they're talkin
'Bout Mikey Taco
Meet me by my locker I might stop and take a sec to talk to you
I'm a nice guy I just got a lot on my mind
get inna mood
I was down now I'm up off this shit that do
Ran up a check I just sit in a booth
Stay by myself don't got nuthin to prove
I might get
Niggas ain't heard bout the half of it
I never speak where the caption is
They say I rap out lavish shit
Louis V show what my status is, ay
Mike Amiri,
(Mike Pinder) As time goes by you will see That we're going to be free You and me, we'll touch the sky Can you see in your mind's eye That we are one
Don't go talking bout it boy betta handle yo biz
Gone wipe me down while they whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
Louie V on his feet
Mike Amiri in his jeans
Diamond cuts on his left wrist
Birkin bag and no exes
Superstar from out the trenches
Telling time from his
shakin' the walls
There's no fearin' when hearin' sound of this kind
Across the land every man is goin' out of his mind
On the face of the earth
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