[Intro: mic is scared of me, son It's like I'm gonna it in my heart... I date rape mics, my mic's a dike Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Chorus x2: The Emotions "I Like It" Don't be afraid to call my Don't be to call my name be afraid to call my name Don't be afraid to call my
I've been blessed by the sin of cathedrals, I'm royal Spoiled, I sleep paralegals And tongue kiss lawyers and cops, buy a of chocolate Off the block, then I with the NARC's My Clan's wild cannibal, Wu, and my man'll Blaow, your cold grip as rare like the sandal shoe From banana head chunks, propaganda Leave 'em on the Staten Island dump Tap the mic on the floor, chains to the Mighty Two on my arm, look like the God of War Ason in my heart, yeah, I it raw Words in the apple, I'm a bite it to the Digitech, used to me Prince Dynamite Cause when I up the set, you couldn't find a mic Leave your xxx in the dark, you can't the light You wrong so long, you can't find the right Way to speak, I spend a day on the a day on the paper, then a date on the beach Then a night in the sheets with fine wizzes, wizzes Who don't time to get straight down to business Zig Zag, make your girl catch a lash to look when she seen the God zip past Money stack high up like a Fly shorties getting stuck to my fly Now we march to the You see the seven in the on the amulet? Don't allow in my circumference You understand, son, you incompetent The P is free, you f**k for a million bucks? Keep the concealed, in the wheeler trucks put the rhinestone on the rims Timbo King put the on his Timbs We live this each and every day We all trying to make it a way If you miss the that I say Hit pause, record, and hit I'm backed by a beautiful wiz all to the Earths and all the kids Long live the god Divine and Big Young seeds and kings
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