Mulberry Cafe
I'ma do a million takes of this shit
Ok, ok
Alright, I'm iced like I never played hockey - no jockin'
And my eyeballs looking like they blushing
Vocal chords go Liberace, hot like a million Takis
They ain't pay me but I'm open to discussions
Flowzus tape crushing
Not talking Bobby but my Logitechs landing in the trash like it's nothing, cousin
My plate been empty like a cake tin, semi-pro
Now I got subs like a glutton, yuh
You're talking me out of this room
You're taking me down to
You're taking me down to stay, wave, play, the Cafe
Look, I was in it back then, letting loose, spraying like a MAC-10
Sonny never even seen a gun!
My rapping so fun, I could smack them
Lyrics with my hack friends
Keep 'em all invested in the puns, son
Can't copy Young Flow, so trademarked
Elevated mind, more grind than a skate park
Yuh, I heard he ghostwrote for Shakespeare
I flow like a tempest and tell foes to wait here
You're talking me out of this room
You're taking me down to
You're taking me down to stay, wave, play, the Cafe
(It's Hilroy)
Look, I used to rock a fur coat like Uncle Fester
And yeah I'm collared green like the Rotty next door
And yeah I cut my teeth so hard I'm wearing dentures
I always wonder what I really get this cheque for
But I still keep 'em pearly
And yo I'm Crest and Colgate
I'm slicing out your heart from your chest with old skates
A ritual, summon fire bars from a phantom
Now some ghostwriters holding me for ransom
And so I, I ghostwrote for the most dope, the bars crypto
22nd century whip, bitch, my car tiptoes (DAMN)
We brought the beef like a Taco Bell
Show up with a cannon, it's my D, call my Pachelbel
Lyrics on a taco shell, Hilly at the bargain bin
Value at the villy, not a milli for a cardigan
You're a ptarmigan (what?), but I'm an albatross
I crush Macintosh speakers into applesauce
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Did Flowzus actually fucking ghostwrite for fucking Shakespeare?
Merchant of fucking Rap Venice? That was fucking him?!
Ok, ok
Alright, I'm iced like I never played hockey - no jockin'
And my eyeballs looking like they blushing
Vocal chords go Liberace, hot like a million Takis
They ain't pay me but I'm open to discussions
Flowzus tape crushing
Not talking Bobby but my Logitechs landing in the trash like it's nothing, cousin
My plate been empty like a cake tin, semi-pro
Now I got subs like a glutton, yuh
You're talking me out of this room
You're taking me down to
You're taking me down to stay, wave, play, the Cafe
Look, I was in it back then, letting loose, spraying like a MAC-10
Sonny never even seen a gun!
My rapping so fun, I could smack them
Lyrics with my hack friends
Keep 'em all invested in the puns, son
Can't copy Young Flow, so trademarked
Elevated mind, more grind than a skate park
Yuh, I heard he ghostwrote for Shakespeare
I flow like a tempest and tell foes to wait here
You're talking me out of this room
You're taking me down to
You're taking me down to stay, wave, play, the Cafe
(It's Hilroy)
Look, I used to rock a fur coat like Uncle Fester
And yeah I'm collared green like the Rotty next door
And yeah I cut my teeth so hard I'm wearing dentures
I always wonder what I really get this cheque for
But I still keep 'em pearly
And yo I'm Crest and Colgate
I'm slicing out your heart from your chest with old skates
A ritual, summon fire bars from a phantom
Now some ghostwriters holding me for ransom
And so I, I ghostwrote for the most dope, the bars crypto
22nd century whip, bitch, my car tiptoes (DAMN)
We brought the beef like a Taco Bell
Show up with a cannon, it's my D, call my Pachelbel
Lyrics on a taco shell, Hilly at the bargain bin
Value at the villy, not a milli for a cardigan
You're a ptarmigan (what?), but I'm an albatross
I crush Macintosh speakers into applesauce
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Did Flowzus actually fucking ghostwrite for fucking Shakespeare?
Merchant of fucking Rap Venice? That was fucking him?!
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Writer(s): Brody Weld
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