I was in a case out of state She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date It was just a number she never told she was knocked up By the end of the summer chick almost had me locked up My aunt came and got and steadied the block We bounce to the yeti and Im ready to rock With no attachments feelin a little loose Blowin up in every spot we had a little juice Probably the Dom or the Afghani bud in me We played the stage standin by the speaker and suddenly Who tapped me Im bout to get real ill Already ripped the whole club with metal faces steel wheel (The mic) What a sweet surprise her with the fly eyes And fine she pulled me to the sidelines The mystery shot up with strong words She was an intelligent wisdom and a song bird I met her last week at the same place She stepped to me the same way at a no shame pace Im off guard her game had me choked up Checkin me play testin me (The mic) till I spoked up Seven whole days and nights and not a word from you (Not a word) I was worried I thought I woulda heard from Stranger you know I never get enough of you How you be comin through (The mic) Myself and two a alikes had ran through this crew of three In my earlier days they showed me things new to me So we knew mad brothers who they had hit off They even used to watch each other just to rock they shit off When slovenly two smile and Im scopin her Switchin off three times a night made them more opener So you could love Allah or leave him the hell alone Message from my god father solid gold telephone Many of my men went up in smoke While trickin with these chickens I ended up broke You find out whos ya mans when you broke Like a bad joke its funny when you on you got mad folk I played the middle man in every little scam Some as complex as a hip hop album riddle jam I find its quite intriguing as I think about rappers Walk upon me speaking with stinkin mouth (About what?) About this and that from sneakers to hats to gats Freak chicks with the cooty cat raps And its that ? Im at a black tie affair with a diva with the fatty fat I play the back steady on the humble But be right up front when we get ready to rumble I gave her breath control ask her who she learned off Coulda took her back to the crib somehow was turned off Me and you was overdue From gettin together baby I always knew our love was meant to beee (The Mic)
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 21:56:47 +0000
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