[Hook]
Who it is
(what?!)
M-lee in ya area
(take a pic huh)
I'm flyer than the rest of ya
(lets get real what?!)
Put this in ya stereo, turn it up, what? Turn it up, what!?
[Verse 1]
Let me rip it, sky’s the limit and I am focused
On my infinite route of 66s to being noticed
When the pen hits the paper it's a given that I was chosen
To be the best that ever did it, that done it, and kept it goin
Legacies like jerks
And rhymes I guarantee will suit ya
Dress it up like Edgar Hoover, and drop knowledge like Martin Luther
Never too much, never too much, I'm just enough
To turn the dial off ya auto tune love, it is a must
Turn me up what, turn it up, and let me begin again
Rewind it back and recite the track back from introducing
Introducing
Child of an era newer than fitted's
Talented and gifted, get you lifted, higher than apprehension
My spoken spittin'
Words of written, they say im trippin'
'Cuz my lyrical pace, ever skipping
Leiomi dippin'
My style the difference
More than you've witnessed,I'm what its missin'
See I'm dropping prisms
Of this rap structure that got me livid
I ain’t never finished
To these lyrics I am imprisoned
Lemme drop 'em on a beat and hope they listen
[Verse 2]
The chef call it cream, so I guess my Luchini's Fettuccine
Youngins with the bread, still up on they needy coppin' freebies
I ain’t gone trip, it's all chill within my reasoning
We greedy beings, but I ain’t here to be preaching out them silly things
Back to basics
Bamboo hoops, rocked with the Asics
BKs and Air Force Ones, just don’t mistake 'em for the Bapesters
I would hate to say it, but I hope the haters catch the vapors
Watch me laugh it out, hee hee hee how upon they faces
My Umi says
I'm the Mos Def with definitions
Of a shorty that print killa descriptions wit my penmen
Ships
Wanna sail whenever I calculate a meter
Hit record and restart it like I repeat it for my teacher
Rhymes is full of life
With every ejection it's never sterile
Rock my style like its apparel
Eyes stuck, like I am sparrow
When the minds is narrow
I still impromptu like I am harold
You don’t get it
So let me stop before it scare you (i dare you)
I can't quit
Something that's oh so mandatory
Bit obligatory, manifest destinies with these stories
If you never saw me, get to know me now before applauding
I kill em softly, taking these notes from those before me
They don't do it for me
They I mean youngins with no authority
The same lil ones that's bout to bore me
I'm sorry
Who it is
(what?!)
M-lee in ya area
(take a pic huh)
I'm flyer than the rest of ya
(lets get real what?!)
Put this in ya stereo, turn it up, what? Turn it up, what!?
[Verse 1]
Let me rip it, sky’s the limit and I am focused
On my infinite route of 66s to being noticed
When the pen hits the paper it's a given that I was chosen
To be the best that ever did it, that done it, and kept it goin
Legacies like jerks
And rhymes I guarantee will suit ya
Dress it up like Edgar Hoover, and drop knowledge like Martin Luther
Never too much, never too much, I'm just enough
To turn the dial off ya auto tune love, it is a must
Turn me up what, turn it up, and let me begin again
Rewind it back and recite the track back from introducing
Introducing
Child of an era newer than fitted's
Talented and gifted, get you lifted, higher than apprehension
My spoken spittin'
Words of written, they say im trippin'
'Cuz my lyrical pace, ever skipping
Leiomi dippin'
My style the difference
More than you've witnessed,I'm what its missin'
See I'm dropping prisms
Of this rap structure that got me livid
I ain’t never finished
To these lyrics I am imprisoned
Lemme drop 'em on a beat and hope they listen
[Verse 2]
The chef call it cream, so I guess my Luchini's Fettuccine
Youngins with the bread, still up on they needy coppin' freebies
I ain’t gone trip, it's all chill within my reasoning
We greedy beings, but I ain’t here to be preaching out them silly things
Back to basics
Bamboo hoops, rocked with the Asics
BKs and Air Force Ones, just don’t mistake 'em for the Bapesters
I would hate to say it, but I hope the haters catch the vapors
Watch me laugh it out, hee hee hee how upon they faces
My Umi says
I'm the Mos Def with definitions
Of a shorty that print killa descriptions wit my penmen
Ships
Wanna sail whenever I calculate a meter
Hit record and restart it like I repeat it for my teacher
Rhymes is full of life
With every ejection it's never sterile
Rock my style like its apparel
Eyes stuck, like I am sparrow
When the minds is narrow
I still impromptu like I am harold
You don’t get it
So let me stop before it scare you (i dare you)
I can't quit
Something that's oh so mandatory
Bit obligatory, manifest destinies with these stories
If you never saw me, get to know me now before applauding
I kill em softly, taking these notes from those before me
They don't do it for me
They I mean youngins with no authority
The same lil ones that's bout to bore me
I'm sorry
( Mychelle Lee )
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