Mike JOEY - Mathematics | Текст песни

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Yo
You are mathematics
I'll take a fraction of a second the fact they're in it, the fact that you're wack at this
Lyrical crack addict, back with the rap habits
Packin a bowl with the smack in the back attic
So get a snack at it
And clear the plaque from your ears and recognize that Mikey's got a knack at it
Or a knack for it
I hit the sack knowing I'm on track while you all lack and just slack at it
Throw me in a room, make it padded as fuck
Tryna get high and to get by these Daffy's and Ducks
I'm like if, Mos Def fucked with Brady a bunch
Then crossbreeded with Eminem and spit in his lunch
It's like all these new rappers so sissy
I'll bone Misty and tell Ash to catch em all 150
I'm done playing with him, spit till I'm so dizzy
Kill a rapper throw him in the sea cause hes so fishy
So coast with me, watch me break it down
I got one mic and two minutes to take the crown
3 of them rappers tossed in the lake and drowned
4 witnesses and the feds say they ain't been found
5 guys get squashed like 5 flies
I spy with my eyes 6 lies in your verses
7 lies so wise I 8 rappers alive
Got 9 lives, survive I stay worthless
Purpose, 10's around here shirtless
Me, I just go 11 rounds straight heavyweight
First rate on verses
No curses
Rehearse this
Reverse this
If you ain't get it, like my thumbs up like a white dude on reddit
I just spit to get high
Drink and get by
Cuz regret will have you sick
Uh
Staring at the sky
Asking why you can try
But there is never an answer
Just remember for every before theres forever an after
Faint laughter
22 fans in New Hampshire
Searching every client how I'm ill like cancer
Sick like swine flu
The shit like pampers
Either way now that I'm a microphone master
White like casper
Mike mic pass ya
The type to make you like Mike's quite nice after
Write with my right, spit nice and write faster
So if you think you better, step up and get plastered
Ha
Said I'm a man of my words
You ain't heard we was first, goin HAM in a verse
Oh we mersed in the thirst, heard your bubble gonna burst
Always hoping for the best but preparing for the worst
Cause that's life, it cuts like a knife all the time
Expect the unexpected get lost in the rhyme
Climb, I wake up shower and grind
And I ain't even entered my prime
So one time for my OG fans who been here since the start
And every bar coming from the heart
And I ain't mad I just want them to recognize the art
So watch me as I rise up the charts, T.I.S. life

Bitch

Yo this is goldie
And shouts to the hoes who don't know me
I wake up in the morning, fuck your girl then she blow me
She ride it like a pony, these other rappers phony
I got an army full of spitters you can call me Joseph Kony
Me I want that cheese, I'd sign a deal with Sony
But they wanted me to change, motherfuckers tried to clone me
Mizzy Coke the homie, I see you lames below
Me
She's got a boyfriend so we keep it on the lowkey
They owe me nothing
Your flow's just bluffing
And I'm better when they hate me so I love the me-mugging
And it's nothing
It's safe to say I'm buzzing
It's safe to say you bugging because your friends be loving everything
I'm flooding on the internet
Fuck you, I ain't finished yet
I'mma keep on poppin shit
Got your lady dinner wet this a bet
I come back 4th quarter Brett Farve
Gun slinger, smoking jets, and your chick back yard
Act hard

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