What Do You Got?
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta ya got
Whatta ya whatta got for me Yoda
Whatta ya got
I got
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta got for me Yoda
Whatta ya got
Imagination and technique in high supplies
So when I surmise some rhymes
You're like Yoda so wise
Addicted to those dope lines
By this lit lid
Cause I'm baked as shit kid
Plus I'm that Long Island Dick
With the sick spit
Just a tid bit
My pen's a detonator when I click it
The crowd starts to kick it
Leapfrogging over rappers ribbit
If it's not the Neighborhood you skip it
Don't mind if I flip it
Can't quit it
Micken and Yoda just spittin'
And we're up on the come up
Ripping, rolling, smoking
More of some of the skunk up
Megadeath keef bong rips
Never hurt me before
This ain't fiction you whore
Micken and I got goods galore
Our music got that funky allure
So I'm sure mumble fags mad soar
When they hear hip hops cure
Cause Master Yoda omnipotent
Rhymes and flows are infinite
Mr. Fingers gets in with it
And the shits an instant hit
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta got for me Micken
Whatta ya got
I move consciously
'Cause probably
My styles pretty high quality
No matter the quantity
I got modesty
Constantly commonly
Cooking the bomb beats
And licking tons of sheets
Obviously not probably
Cant fuck with my philosophy
On how I rock a beat
Professional pay to lock a meet
COD like monopoly
Flow undeniable nobody toppin me
Ill skill with the quill such a thrill, I'm dope
My spit spill at will real deal, take note
Devine mind so defined I just rhyme, show boat
On the grind 24/7 365, til I'm dyin
It stays crunch time, go yo
KMC powered by the force
Insane cranium my power source
Coupled with sour kush of course
Yoda rip a mic with no remorse
I'm a God like Norse
Mic my hammer like Thor's
Must be worthy to wield forreal
Must rhyme tight with yield
Give EM something to feel
Must be a dope MC in this hip hop field
So therefore micgnor you could never steal
And before the Master Yoda
You just straight up kneel
Whatta ya whatta ya got
Whatta ya whatta got for me Yoda
Whatta ya got
I got
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta got for me Yoda
Whatta ya got
Imagination and technique in high supplies
So when I surmise some rhymes
You're like Yoda so wise
Addicted to those dope lines
By this lit lid
Cause I'm baked as shit kid
Plus I'm that Long Island Dick
With the sick spit
Just a tid bit
My pen's a detonator when I click it
The crowd starts to kick it
Leapfrogging over rappers ribbit
If it's not the Neighborhood you skip it
Don't mind if I flip it
Can't quit it
Micken and Yoda just spittin'
And we're up on the come up
Ripping, rolling, smoking
More of some of the skunk up
Megadeath keef bong rips
Never hurt me before
This ain't fiction you whore
Micken and I got goods galore
Our music got that funky allure
So I'm sure mumble fags mad soar
When they hear hip hops cure
Cause Master Yoda omnipotent
Rhymes and flows are infinite
Mr. Fingers gets in with it
And the shits an instant hit
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta ya got for me
Whatta ya whatta got for me Micken
Whatta ya got
I move consciously
'Cause probably
My styles pretty high quality
No matter the quantity
I got modesty
Constantly commonly
Cooking the bomb beats
And licking tons of sheets
Obviously not probably
Cant fuck with my philosophy
On how I rock a beat
Professional pay to lock a meet
COD like monopoly
Flow undeniable nobody toppin me
Ill skill with the quill such a thrill, I'm dope
My spit spill at will real deal, take note
Devine mind so defined I just rhyme, show boat
On the grind 24/7 365, til I'm dyin
It stays crunch time, go yo
KMC powered by the force
Insane cranium my power source
Coupled with sour kush of course
Yoda rip a mic with no remorse
I'm a God like Norse
Mic my hammer like Thor's
Must be worthy to wield forreal
Must rhyme tight with yield
Give EM something to feel
Must be a dope MC in this hip hop field
So therefore micgnor you could never steal
And before the Master Yoda
You just straight up kneel
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Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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