Forget About It (feat. Colorless & Mikey Knox)
Krazy Stylez, wicked, wild
If you stick around, I'll make it worth your...
Forget it, you're not ready to commit it
I can see it in your eyes that your just bullshitting
And we don't want that, no
We ain't on that, no
We're on some old school shit like Thundercats (Ho-oh)
When I flip it, I rip it, I'm tipping the scale
Don't call me white, I'm pleasant in pale
Pretty in pink when I'm tearing up tail
Smart when I think, so I stay out of jail
That's the ticket (Yeah) come and see about me
But watch your simple selves, my crowds get real rowdy
They used to jump around, we used to break it down
Now I grab a tank of gasoline and burn this mother down
What you really want? You don't even know
I'm-a-tear it up and make it sore, I'll do it real slow
This is why they wanna kick it
But they can't handle this... nah
Just forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
They wanna hang with the crew, they're not ready for it
Forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
Messing with the best, ya gonna get tore up bitch
Yeah, the name's Mikey, I'm 'bout spit fire out the mouth piece
Cuz I'm a big bully, you're a Maltese
Sit and watch the best reinvent the wheel
Tested out the school of hard knocks, so you know the deal
I sold dope, sold weed sacks
Psilocybin candy bars, Special K and E caps
Please, you don't know me
You're just a crony, homie
Flow, you got to show me
If you're phony, then you owe me, homie
Too many ducks in the Rock River
Sitting just shitting in the pond with their rotten liver
Feeling like a motherfucking beast
I rip a new ass out the motherfucking beats
Super high strung, still bitchin' 'bout petty shit
For the right fetti, I can hit you with a heavy brick
Stuck up in a rut with no big plans
Watching' them zombies all lean with no kickstands
Big mouth, big attitude to match
Seldom show gratitude, I'm in it for the racks
Never back down 'cause we've been about it
Talk is cheap, back it up or just forget about it
Just forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
They wanna hang with the crew, they're not ready for it
Forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
Messing with the best, ya gonna get tore up bitch
I'm Colorless, thunderous
And if you pull an inch, it would be just wonderous
Cuz I'm flipping to the point
If you're bringing any noise
I'm a hit like a joint and have you finished by my boys
My business is poised and so I try to keep my distance
With my powerful voice, I make sure everyone can witness
My skill and ability, my willing hostility
It's like I'm made of steel, the way I just kill a beat
Invincible in this habitat, make hits that go back to back
And do it so effortless, that these haters get mad at that
Don't need you to pat my back, I feel like I have to rap
Today this shit is whack, and me, I have mastered that
Can you keep up? Your vision is cloudy
You'll never fucking touch us, so just forget about it
Just forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
They wanna hang with the crew, they're not ready for it
Forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
Messing with the best, ya gonna get tore up bitch
If you stick around, I'll make it worth your...
Forget it, you're not ready to commit it
I can see it in your eyes that your just bullshitting
And we don't want that, no
We ain't on that, no
We're on some old school shit like Thundercats (Ho-oh)
When I flip it, I rip it, I'm tipping the scale
Don't call me white, I'm pleasant in pale
Pretty in pink when I'm tearing up tail
Smart when I think, so I stay out of jail
That's the ticket (Yeah) come and see about me
But watch your simple selves, my crowds get real rowdy
They used to jump around, we used to break it down
Now I grab a tank of gasoline and burn this mother down
What you really want? You don't even know
I'm-a-tear it up and make it sore, I'll do it real slow
This is why they wanna kick it
But they can't handle this... nah
Just forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
They wanna hang with the crew, they're not ready for it
Forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
Messing with the best, ya gonna get tore up bitch
Yeah, the name's Mikey, I'm 'bout spit fire out the mouth piece
Cuz I'm a big bully, you're a Maltese
Sit and watch the best reinvent the wheel
Tested out the school of hard knocks, so you know the deal
I sold dope, sold weed sacks
Psilocybin candy bars, Special K and E caps
Please, you don't know me
You're just a crony, homie
Flow, you got to show me
If you're phony, then you owe me, homie
Too many ducks in the Rock River
Sitting just shitting in the pond with their rotten liver
Feeling like a motherfucking beast
I rip a new ass out the motherfucking beats
Super high strung, still bitchin' 'bout petty shit
For the right fetti, I can hit you with a heavy brick
Stuck up in a rut with no big plans
Watching' them zombies all lean with no kickstands
Big mouth, big attitude to match
Seldom show gratitude, I'm in it for the racks
Never back down 'cause we've been about it
Talk is cheap, back it up or just forget about it
Just forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
They wanna hang with the crew, they're not ready for it
Forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
Messing with the best, ya gonna get tore up bitch
I'm Colorless, thunderous
And if you pull an inch, it would be just wonderous
Cuz I'm flipping to the point
If you're bringing any noise
I'm a hit like a joint and have you finished by my boys
My business is poised and so I try to keep my distance
With my powerful voice, I make sure everyone can witness
My skill and ability, my willing hostility
It's like I'm made of steel, the way I just kill a beat
Invincible in this habitat, make hits that go back to back
And do it so effortless, that these haters get mad at that
Don't need you to pat my back, I feel like I have to rap
Today this shit is whack, and me, I have mastered that
Can you keep up? Your vision is cloudy
You'll never fucking touch us, so just forget about it
Just forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
They wanna hang with the crew, they're not ready for it
Forget about it
Go on, forget about it
Just forget about it
Messing with the best, ya gonna get tore up bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Luedke
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