Just Spittin'

Come one Come all
Witness the Master Yoda wordsmith
Murder words with
Intellect vocab and verbiage
Spittin' some absurd shit
And my flow Phenomenal
I'm a monster snowman abominable
Juggernaut crazy unstoppable
Micken lays a track highly droppable
And so begins my cadence carnival
The Neighborhood your main attraction
With our musical passion
And the Long Island accent
Micken cooking creating satisfaction
My spit hits the shit creates a chemical reaction
Rappin mental abstraction
Shelby family type faction
With ill lyrical action
Cause I do voodoo like a villain do
When I smoke a bamboo of gorilla glue
I go Steven Strange in the stew
Sorcerer Supreme in the booth
Master Yoda no one as formidable
I conger a syllable
With this skill at will
And with this time stone I'll make the shit stand still
KMC can't handle this mantle
Don't smoke a quarter what I smoke and y'all can't ill
A savage like Vandle
On the mic I'm the man still
Putting words together like scrabble
50 points easy for the way I babble
Do this often? Nah dawg I dabble
I'm ph fat
With acidic saliva that
Will splatter splat
All on the d flat
Compression combat
When Yoda come attack
Mouth automatic
I take you back
All of ya
Feel nostalgia
When I maul a entendre
And Powerfully Ponder
A Magical mantra
As I smoke up all the ganja
I'm just spitting Mr. Fingers spin it won't ya

I'm just spittin'
I'm just spittin'
I'm just spittin'
I'm just spittin'

Here comes the bad boy in all black
The Johnny Cash of boombap
Walk the line on each rhyme I rap
Marijuana's iron clad
Committing sins so bad
In the all black Nike track
With his black Yankee cap to the back
Clean uptown's fresh pressed off the rack
When it comes to rap I got a real Fucken nack
You like omg Yoda killed that track
What'd he say? Rewind and play it back
The kooky meticulous comedian
Rhapsody like bohemian
KMC ain't nobody beatin him
Artist type premium
For the cream I'm scheming sin
Put the KMC assign aside
I spit sublime cyanide
In each rhyme design
I'm the highest guy in sight
Gripping the mic extra tight
Perfectionism my biggest blight
Obsessively making sure shits just right
Drive myself crazy face a Dutch then goodnight
Wake up bake up make up magic
Base shake make the earthquake tragic
Master Yoda flow create havoc
With his rhythmic rhymin dynamic
Do my best
Not to stress
Marijuana smoke fill my chest
Give my all nothing less
On the mic I make a mess
Brain is brawn I'm blessed
Yoda strong up next
So throw ya hands up
When ya mans up
Ya best stand up
Dance some
And scream the anthem
Master Yoda just spittin shit dam son



Credits
Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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