Lyrics:
Mike:
This is a story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say, that we ought
I'll Spongebob and weave like Plankton
What
Float like a butterfly sting like a murder hornet
That's a nice car
Jeff Gordon
This is important
Is that
What's important is 90's Jordan is better than Bron James and Aaron Gordon
And I'm a 90's rap baby
It's when I started to rhyme
By early 2000 I started
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
disc 11
Eyes on you from a whole other biome
So walk away or tighten up
But, judging by the way you talk
Your brain still needs to
Load a couple chunks
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
is my outlet
Establishing the brand
As I inspire, you aspire
Follow your dreams by any means
Follow your path to succeed
My rhymes are spittin' within
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
taxing you
I got rhymes and Mike got a scratch or two
So ain't no use trying to eat us for din-din
Brothers better off trying their luck with Win-Ten
gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside
Hustlin' mixtapes, I'm tryna get by, double U E double B follow with
or dub it
Compared to us, niggas ain't nuttin'
It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin'
Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'em
My rhymes'll split
rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
For more Millenniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call
many rhymes you got
I will go for more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
And there's no where to run ta when I confront ya
Nigga I call
strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
strong enough and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?"
I could go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
flames
Hardest spitter this side of the land and the port
Moved from SoCal to Timbuktu
SOR PNW I rep
714 951 909
By the Law of Average, should I stay
One-two mike check 1998
Settin' it straight, for you and yours, rocksteady
Big dedicational shoutout's going to the freestylers in the dance tonight
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
of OE, Drunken, pass me another cup
Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
Too late, watch your fucking aisle, I'm Mike Tyson
When I'm
trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away
I was in a bar one Friday night
Coolin', watchin' a Mike Tyson
I burn my rubber
But when I get mad, Snoop, I pop my rubber
A girl tried to pop my rubber (What?)
Told her like Mike to Billie Jean, you are not my
doin' too fine
Then I made a call to this nigga named Rhymes
Said he had a little studio and it wasn't top-notch
But could damn near do the whole nine
the bell
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my DJ Deshay cuttin' all them Z's
Hittin' hard
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