You thought you knew the problems, but you don’t I'm poetic
And when the flow get fucking hectic, I'm the one you can credit
Like when Palp said he’s the Senate, had the whole theatre shook. Cause homie unlike the movies ima read by the book
I got the chillest flow, homies wear sweaters. Fuckin Mitchell on the ground, call Gaston, Mayweather
I stay settled , never know who gon' hurt you
You maybe got an army but the brothas gon' dirt you
Where I'm from, that’s betrayal homies deep in the slums
Jus playin not ETB they run around with fake guns
Only two i got located on my arms
Might be small as fuck but man when i ring the alarm
I got all of Brookfield coming. and they friends too. So know when you fuck with Keyes man, you fuck with the Soo
I don’t gotta stop, man i do it if I please
But I got a girl already so quit acting like a sleaze
Quit beggin on your knees
You the lock and Im the keys
But i never gon insert em
Fuckin leave you all deserted, exerted, inverted
And then your two points ain’t converted
So take ya kick instead cause i know that y’all be flirtin
I got precision dawg, I work in silence
Never asked a council, man, I had no guidance
Did this myself, man, written in science
Located in my brain where the rest all violence
I’m the best in the city, we got any objectors?
I'm not cocky off the mic
But on this shit ima collector
Of the bones of the receptors
As i fuck up the molesters
Maybe one day I'm an old man down and sagging my suspenders
Homies takin fake shots
Like they be serious
And there's kids out there wielding guns but that shit be in Syria
What i say is legit
Man, it got a meaning
My life could be a movie
But no cast and fuck the screening
I jus wanna meet a man, who jus got a reason, then hit her from the front and then the back i call it Schlieffen Plan
I’m killing the circle, Im cutting the size, last time shit was so big
Then y'all went and fucking lied
Calvin tried with the slide
Wanna fly, then he die
God gon take me on a ride
Running with you stride for stride
This beat fried and got no pride
I don’t walk in man, I glide
And i always got my eyes
By the one who's with the prize
When the quiz drop and he cries
In the court man, so all rise
As ya backup girlie sighs
Wiping tears right from her eyes
When you realize you ain’t wise
Why the fuck she trust these guys?
Who always be seemin nice
But nah babe that's just disguise
Yeah you know I just despise
The one dude who just implies
That he got this and got that, nah we see right through your lies
I ain’t Drake, but I got ties
No one see it cause the size
Got no gap between the thighs
But got checks on and the stripes
(Chorus x4)
What be slipping?
What you sipping?
What you flipping?
How you drippin?
Roode, Mike
I just be Pippen
Drop this once, then i be hidden
(Verse 2)
In the trap car there’s been highs
As I stare into the skies
Always asking mangled questions
"bro, what happens when we die?"
Just a laugh right from the guy
Now you maybe wonder why
I may release all these bars
But be in public fucking shy
That’s a story, different time
So i told ya bro, nice try
That shit be impossible
Not talkin' bout the ginger spy
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Man I am changing the game
Then who else be out here
Willing to go take the blame?
It be fucking me
Never had a question
Taking all these words
In must be difficult ingestion
What’s your first impression homie?
You like my intention?
I had like one detention
So keep that viewers discretion
Said my raps could be inventions
Twisting all the rap dimensions
Putting all the money to the fam
And then my pensions
So i’m 60 with a mansion
Murdabeatz? nah that be Manson
Forcin windu round like Jackson
Or when Marshall knocked the captain
I said
(Chorus x4)
What be slipping?
What you sipping?
What you flipping?
How you drippin?
Roode, Mike
I just be Pippen
Drop this once, then i be hidden
(Verse 3)
I considered Gucci slides
But that be original
So i put on them take flights
Now I’m at my pinnacle
With the rhymes I'm clinical
Like the lamb we biblical
You be thinking typical
Left over reciprocal
I be unequivocal
When it comes to spitting
Understand the teens and
Nicotine never be quitting
You gotta be kidding
But i had to go and lock it
Never be a fucking oldhead but
This just be a sonnet
Big Ticket like i be Garnett
Heard a nice line so I jotted
One boy went and called a pothead
Like a fifth year man he opted
Outta his decision
This my Remix to Ignition
I beat you at your own game
Now you gotta face eviction
Like Christ’s crucifixion
He be watching that ain’t fiction
He be showin us the truth
One day that is a prediction
Held to zero restrictions
And got no jumper like I'm Simmons
And you know i see the chickens
Couldn’t hide em from kitchens
(Chorus x4)
What be slipping?
What you sipping?
What you flipping?
How you drippin?
Roode, Mike
I just be Pippen
Drop this once, then i be hidden
And when the flow get fucking hectic, I'm the one you can credit
Like when Palp said he’s the Senate, had the whole theatre shook. Cause homie unlike the movies ima read by the book
I got the chillest flow, homies wear sweaters. Fuckin Mitchell on the ground, call Gaston, Mayweather
I stay settled , never know who gon' hurt you
You maybe got an army but the brothas gon' dirt you
Where I'm from, that’s betrayal homies deep in the slums
Jus playin not ETB they run around with fake guns
Only two i got located on my arms
Might be small as fuck but man when i ring the alarm
I got all of Brookfield coming. and they friends too. So know when you fuck with Keyes man, you fuck with the Soo
I don’t gotta stop, man i do it if I please
But I got a girl already so quit acting like a sleaze
Quit beggin on your knees
You the lock and Im the keys
But i never gon insert em
Fuckin leave you all deserted, exerted, inverted
And then your two points ain’t converted
So take ya kick instead cause i know that y’all be flirtin
I got precision dawg, I work in silence
Never asked a council, man, I had no guidance
Did this myself, man, written in science
Located in my brain where the rest all violence
I’m the best in the city, we got any objectors?
I'm not cocky off the mic
But on this shit ima collector
Of the bones of the receptors
As i fuck up the molesters
Maybe one day I'm an old man down and sagging my suspenders
Homies takin fake shots
Like they be serious
And there's kids out there wielding guns but that shit be in Syria
What i say is legit
Man, it got a meaning
My life could be a movie
But no cast and fuck the screening
I jus wanna meet a man, who jus got a reason, then hit her from the front and then the back i call it Schlieffen Plan
I’m killing the circle, Im cutting the size, last time shit was so big
Then y'all went and fucking lied
Calvin tried with the slide
Wanna fly, then he die
God gon take me on a ride
Running with you stride for stride
This beat fried and got no pride
I don’t walk in man, I glide
And i always got my eyes
By the one who's with the prize
When the quiz drop and he cries
In the court man, so all rise
As ya backup girlie sighs
Wiping tears right from her eyes
When you realize you ain’t wise
Why the fuck she trust these guys?
Who always be seemin nice
But nah babe that's just disguise
Yeah you know I just despise
The one dude who just implies
That he got this and got that, nah we see right through your lies
I ain’t Drake, but I got ties
No one see it cause the size
Got no gap between the thighs
But got checks on and the stripes
(Chorus x4)
What be slipping?
What you sipping?
What you flipping?
How you drippin?
Roode, Mike
I just be Pippen
Drop this once, then i be hidden
(Verse 2)
In the trap car there’s been highs
As I stare into the skies
Always asking mangled questions
"bro, what happens when we die?"
Just a laugh right from the guy
Now you maybe wonder why
I may release all these bars
But be in public fucking shy
That’s a story, different time
So i told ya bro, nice try
That shit be impossible
Not talkin' bout the ginger spy
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Man I am changing the game
Then who else be out here
Willing to go take the blame?
It be fucking me
Never had a question
Taking all these words
In must be difficult ingestion
What’s your first impression homie?
You like my intention?
I had like one detention
So keep that viewers discretion
Said my raps could be inventions
Twisting all the rap dimensions
Putting all the money to the fam
And then my pensions
So i’m 60 with a mansion
Murdabeatz? nah that be Manson
Forcin windu round like Jackson
Or when Marshall knocked the captain
I said
(Chorus x4)
What be slipping?
What you sipping?
What you flipping?
How you drippin?
Roode, Mike
I just be Pippen
Drop this once, then i be hidden
(Verse 3)
I considered Gucci slides
But that be original
So i put on them take flights
Now I’m at my pinnacle
With the rhymes I'm clinical
Like the lamb we biblical
You be thinking typical
Left over reciprocal
I be unequivocal
When it comes to spitting
Understand the teens and
Nicotine never be quitting
You gotta be kidding
But i had to go and lock it
Never be a fucking oldhead but
This just be a sonnet
Big Ticket like i be Garnett
Heard a nice line so I jotted
One boy went and called a pothead
Like a fifth year man he opted
Outta his decision
This my Remix to Ignition
I beat you at your own game
Now you gotta face eviction
Like Christ’s crucifixion
He be watching that ain’t fiction
He be showin us the truth
One day that is a prediction
Held to zero restrictions
And got no jumper like I'm Simmons
And you know i see the chickens
Couldn’t hide em from kitchens
(Chorus x4)
What be slipping?
What you sipping?
What you flipping?
How you drippin?
Roode, Mike
I just be Pippen
Drop this once, then i be hidden
( Joey Keyes )
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