Dope Raps on Notepads

Let me polish up these stones
That you threw at my glass heart
Now that's art!
Got 'em on display in a glass case
For you to look and see inside the mind of Mig L
Straight from
El Why En Double You
Double Oh Dee
Plenty of homies like to kick it
But they don't know me
A lot of pretty ladies like to fuck
But the don't hold me, No!
I'm bringin' it back to the roots
On the front line with the muh fuggin' loop troops
Boots on tight, ready to fight
Anybody widda mic needa clock in
It's crunch time
Eye even think in rhyme when eye speak in my mind
This shit is nothing new
I'm a Loop Scholar son
Last thing eye wanna be is you

Loop Scholars, we got the dope raps that'll have you go back
And rewrite your rhymes on your notepad
You ain't a scholar, your fucking flows wack
We'll have you go back & rewrite your rhymes on your notepad

My steeze is sick, it's mean as shit
So when I fiend for clits I'll hit your sister then I'll leave her quick
I'll plead the 5th if I ever get caught up. Watch out for old shit cus that shit will get brought up
Locked up but when I'm released up in the streets, I'll find your aunty & calmly get her knocked up
Don't get socked up, she can sit on my lap if she wants to & talk about the first thing that pops up
Props up for the L double O P, T R double O P S
Yes, you know we bless the mic everytime that we touch it
Na, fuck it. We're bringing the ruckus so you knowing that we crush it
Bust it just like a gat, like this & like that. From the front to the back, where my peoples at?
Evil raps & tracks, you lack the vibe to stay alive up in my ghetto
Son of the Devil

Loop Scholars, we got the dope raps that'll have you go back
And rewrite your rhymes on your notepad
You ain't a scholar, your fucking flows wack
We'll have you go back & rewrite your rhymes on your notepad