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Yo I'm from L I fella, vision had you tune into my
Figgida microphone and
Holding mic's is so I be just day dreaming
Drop for like, nine months, and rock backyards to fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk,
I a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
Hang like parachutes, I've been for years
Went from rapping in to rapping careers

One beer, two beers, I got the gift Santa
I go from NY to DC, and to Atlanta
Make you fly like propellor, we be in the cellar
I guess you call the basement
'Cause that's all he bass went
When we it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch
Toss my up in the air and grab my crotch
Who am I? Michael, keep the on a cycle
So we can finish up the flow within your fro, out

This is called style
Shatter your teeth
Freeze like Artic style

on, check it out, I'm the P to the O to the S
Known to pinpoint the flow to the
So wear your vest, nibble the thighs and breast on
Had to sneak it 'cause her moms me under pressure
Now as the sun appears to and set
Some live for the hood 'cause it's as good as it gets
But my plot is much thicker, I move it much
Three and sixty mile to the P H

So I'm balanced, not a to fall
the dots, I got two propellors in awe
Went ghetto to the meadow
all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not
Like lot, my lady threw in the game
Invested cheese in the who sent pork into fame
Now you my name being screamed on the ride of life
It's too to get off, to get off

We in the house y'all, we in the house
We about to get evicted, there no lights or liquid
The bills ain't paid and last week we had a
'Cause we too much but that's my family's trade
Invited all of my folks, and yo, all my stayed
They tried to our shit, but we just pushed up the fade
Sat to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid
And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard

funky with the propeller heads y'all

N-Now listen, you see, I'm to usher the pain with no relief
But still get the "Great Scotts, are you a
Seems you got a mouth full of gold" records
Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to
Till then propellor got me the drum
For a fee, so notify the foe for the fumble
I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so it out
How you it, I got it

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