Lyrics:
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Mixmaster Mike, whatcha got to say?
(Bug out - to - the mic - all the time!)
Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
was center stage, they said I'd never make it
Flagrant information, now they beg for invitations
Save it, haha
I was knocked down nearly every day
Whodini, launchin' rockets in the 90s!
Now I remember in the days of way back
With just a 4 track
With no SP-12 to make tracks
Wearing leather
Verse 1 (Skandalous)
Motherfuckers they wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking
Yeah, I'm back on my bully doe
Kicking down doors, fuck a room key
And if we rolling then it's clips like a movie
You know I got it on loc, like Whoopi
the floor
I'm on that 96
Plus an extra four
I'm coming up for more
You already know
Alright I'm out the door
Running down the road
I think I see my prey
We
Big Gee, Big Gee, Zone 3, Zone 3
Straight up out da gutta, everybody know me
Gorilla Z, Zoe, everybody on the east, Zoe
Southwest Atlanta,
Feeling like I'm going blind
Big bro sold dope, rubbed off on him
Big Boi track, this a boss song
Out in LA, tryna plan my day
Need a young rich girl
they both made my mum get sad
Sat counting about 25 bags
I'm running out of elastic bands
It turns out, when you make money on the road
There's
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
Running off over next door's garden
Before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling
Than it is a question of fun
The confidence is
Running off over next door's garden
Before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling
Than it is a question of fun
The confidence is
They call it connection
Running 3 screens at once for 1 client
I am doing the best with what I (we) have
Best for who?
Because I don't feel connected
I
coming
I'm sprinting I'm running
On these tracks 12 bars by the dozen
Might drop an ep
Then cop some diamonds talkin vvs
friends
But in the end you gotta keep both close
Saw my first gun in 6th grade the young had switchblades
D-3 got PTSD to this day
You know those proud
couldn’t play me shit
Them the days craziest
My lady flipped
Tripping then kicked me out like it’s shady's chick
Like legs we split
Took my pay
fire out the sub.
Killin’ every demo,
Murk a beat wit Brian,
Shit produced by Benjels.
Sargent got the best flow.
Ah!
Dropping tracks,
Spittin’ raps,
check
You heed my words
I'm getting picked at by the birds
Tunnels carved out by the worms
Listen
I thought 'bout giving up
And running to the fields
I
niggas gettin quaked by money
But The Horsemen here though
Comin through with the Hennessey and dough dough
I'm lookin at the niggas peepin out the hoes
I
me at the bank I'm tryna get paid
Yo Catch me in bed, I'm sleeping in late
Just pulled it out my head near three days straight
Just put it to my head
[Chorus]
Yeah I play my music LOUD!
I betcha you feel me coming down the block
The thunder in the trunk gon' knock
You know I play my music LOUD!
I've been praying for better days
I been tryna find a new way out
Tryna get away
I've been tryna get away from the past trauma (past trauma)
I've been
what you're talking about
(Condescending) How many days are there in a year?
Alice: Three hundred and sixty-five
Humpty Dumpty: (Disdainful) And how
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