It's On
Micken and I are armed to the teeth
I come with dope rhymes he bring the bomb beat
Batman and Robin we clean hip hops streets
The Dynamic Duo together we're complete
Pens and pads are my weaponry
So when an enemy step to me
I burn him with this cadence chemistry
KMC acidity on another level g
High volatility
Cause I'm the devils seed
I make a treble bleed
With mental ease
When this kettle heat
Me and hip hop is meant to be
Knew it in my soul and mentally
Makin music sentimentally
With my family evidentially
Quite epically
Neighborhoods Finest special see
With this L-I S-O-U-N-D
Plus us Golds
We just crush goals
Inhale whole bowls
Forever hot with no coals
It's on bitch
We on top of the sitch
Neighborhoods Finest is fixing the glitch
You know I'm dropping bombs
They're more like napalms
A tribute to Mac and dons
That turned to icons
It's on and for the record I said it
I'm causing wreckage I meant it
I cruise the blunt and I send it
Bitch, you got offended
I don't care I swear
I'm aware ur a square
Bitch, I'm flying on air
Shit, you can't even get here
My mind is wild
I used to stuff black n milds
With weed the shit made me smile
You best pay attention to this lesson
Listen while you smoke session
KMC the next MC up and that's your confession
Not yet professional but this my profession
I Spit lyrical literacy
Analyze my lyrics literally
Adjectives metaphors and similes
Euphemisms personification and hyperboles
Flashbacks and imagery
Pax packs and silly dreams
Painting a picture of the scene
Giving each beat personality
Come ripping apart ya fiction
Drugs murder you with ill diction
when I rip this sick shit
First four lines my exposition
Practice makes perfect repetition
Feel the symbolism and tone whenever I grip the microphone
Creating allusions of causing contusions
They be allusions cause I don't stop at bruisings
After I rid the world of these confusing pollutions
Im back in the point
Where ya man never lackin a joint
Stinking of skunk I never disappoint
When I'm smokin' or I just bust this joint
This the start of my revolution
As the world revels in devolution
Never ask for absolution
Blasting fags with verbal abusion
Long as I live until I meet my resolution
It's on
I come with dope rhymes he bring the bomb beat
Batman and Robin we clean hip hops streets
The Dynamic Duo together we're complete
Pens and pads are my weaponry
So when an enemy step to me
I burn him with this cadence chemistry
KMC acidity on another level g
High volatility
Cause I'm the devils seed
I make a treble bleed
With mental ease
When this kettle heat
Me and hip hop is meant to be
Knew it in my soul and mentally
Makin music sentimentally
With my family evidentially
Quite epically
Neighborhoods Finest special see
With this L-I S-O-U-N-D
Plus us Golds
We just crush goals
Inhale whole bowls
Forever hot with no coals
It's on bitch
We on top of the sitch
Neighborhoods Finest is fixing the glitch
You know I'm dropping bombs
They're more like napalms
A tribute to Mac and dons
That turned to icons
It's on and for the record I said it
I'm causing wreckage I meant it
I cruise the blunt and I send it
Bitch, you got offended
I don't care I swear
I'm aware ur a square
Bitch, I'm flying on air
Shit, you can't even get here
My mind is wild
I used to stuff black n milds
With weed the shit made me smile
You best pay attention to this lesson
Listen while you smoke session
KMC the next MC up and that's your confession
Not yet professional but this my profession
I Spit lyrical literacy
Analyze my lyrics literally
Adjectives metaphors and similes
Euphemisms personification and hyperboles
Flashbacks and imagery
Pax packs and silly dreams
Painting a picture of the scene
Giving each beat personality
Come ripping apart ya fiction
Drugs murder you with ill diction
when I rip this sick shit
First four lines my exposition
Practice makes perfect repetition
Feel the symbolism and tone whenever I grip the microphone
Creating allusions of causing contusions
They be allusions cause I don't stop at bruisings
After I rid the world of these confusing pollutions
Im back in the point
Where ya man never lackin a joint
Stinking of skunk I never disappoint
When I'm smokin' or I just bust this joint
This the start of my revolution
As the world revels in devolution
Never ask for absolution
Blasting fags with verbal abusion
Long as I live until I meet my resolution
It's on
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Writer(s): Mickey Gold
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