Glide Freestyle
Aww
Thriller like Jackson
Moonwalk, man I slide backwards
Smooth-talkin' I'm Mike yappin'
Cruel on ten, I like trappin'
Cruel all in the right fashion
Too on and lookin' like platinum
You all litted like matches
You don't want smoke like...*
God done everything I made
Prayers up man it's all happenin'
Southside hidden where I stay
Sure South if you knew that one
Man I stay smooth like criminal
Pitiful, only doin' knee-high pinnacles
Meanwhile my feet fight like residual
Don't mean to belittle but, oh, you know minimal
Oh, the flow's cynical, oh he's so spiritual
Holy Ghost, I might show the whole visual
Show, the pro's just won't go, they don't listen to
Don't mean to belittle but, oh, you know minimal
Old-School thriller like Jackson
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Throw shade, hit it right back
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Woah, and I glide backwards
All soul and I'm like black son
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Why do they wanna be stealin' my thunder?
I never been nothin' up under a hundred
I'm runnin' and comin', I'm quicker than others
I'm bringing the punishment, stick with the justice
I'm sickenin', they comin' quick for the jug and they want-
When they go super sane, who the man?
You the man, I don't need to flex, no Gucci gang
Batman stash like Bruce Wayne
Spitfire lid like Wu-Tang
Boom in the room, boom had to go zoom
Right through to the next moon, I'm a small dude
Black shoes and I dress cool, I'm in new school
I true, like I sneeze and I bless you
Rockin' my whore like I rock the front door
Like I'm sort of important when I turn an igloo up into a sauna
I'm borderline scorching disorder
No order, I'm rid of the trim
Legend of Korra, I'm bending the water
And makin' these waves, I'm drippin' in sauce
And recording the sources, you ought to be cautious
Reverse rigor mortis, I'm bringin' it back
Old-School thriller like Jackson
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Throw shade, hit it right back
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Woah, and I glide backwards
All soul and I'm like black son
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Yeah, yeah
Aww yeah
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Yo man, um I heard the stuff that you sent
And uh it's pretty good man to be honest
But um, yeah
Thriller like Jackson
Moonwalk, man I slide backwards
Smooth-talkin' I'm Mike yappin'
Cruel on ten, I like trappin'
Cruel all in the right fashion
Too on and lookin' like platinum
You all litted like matches
You don't want smoke like...*
God done everything I made
Prayers up man it's all happenin'
Southside hidden where I stay
Sure South if you knew that one
Man I stay smooth like criminal
Pitiful, only doin' knee-high pinnacles
Meanwhile my feet fight like residual
Don't mean to belittle but, oh, you know minimal
Oh, the flow's cynical, oh he's so spiritual
Holy Ghost, I might show the whole visual
Show, the pro's just won't go, they don't listen to
Don't mean to belittle but, oh, you know minimal
Old-School thriller like Jackson
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Throw shade, hit it right back
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Woah, and I glide backwards
All soul and I'm like black son
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Why do they wanna be stealin' my thunder?
I never been nothin' up under a hundred
I'm runnin' and comin', I'm quicker than others
I'm bringing the punishment, stick with the justice
I'm sickenin', they comin' quick for the jug and they want-
When they go super sane, who the man?
You the man, I don't need to flex, no Gucci gang
Batman stash like Bruce Wayne
Spitfire lid like Wu-Tang
Boom in the room, boom had to go zoom
Right through to the next moon, I'm a small dude
Black shoes and I dress cool, I'm in new school
I true, like I sneeze and I bless you
Rockin' my whore like I rock the front door
Like I'm sort of important when I turn an igloo up into a sauna
I'm borderline scorching disorder
No order, I'm rid of the trim
Legend of Korra, I'm bending the water
And makin' these waves, I'm drippin' in sauce
And recording the sources, you ought to be cautious
Reverse rigor mortis, I'm bringin' it back
Old-School thriller like Jackson
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Throw shade, hit it right back
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Woah, and I glide backwards
All soul and I'm like black son
Moonwalk killer Mike Jackson
Oh no, don't do 'em like that son
Yeah, yeah
Aww yeah
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Yo man, um I heard the stuff that you sent
And uh it's pretty good man to be honest
But um, yeah
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Writer(s): Julian Jovanovski, Jordan Dennis
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