Lyrics: Mike Checka
Music: Mike Checka
Arranger: Mike Checka
Let me spit over this smooth jaunt
Scratchin’ my head, let me offer a couple viewpoints
These rappers salty I spit umami with this hoisin
I ain’t afraid, to spray it, at your boyfriends
Mispronounce the word and and call you my comrade
My rhymes spicy take you straight uptown to Bombay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
Got so many instruments this a musical
Not gonna cry at your favourite MC funeral
Got so many instruments this a musical
Not gonna go to your favourite MC funeral
Got so much music this is instrumental
Not gonna cry at your favourite MC funeral
Got so much music this is instrumental
Ayo listen, its fundamental
I was battling indecision till I was spitting my vision
I was whippin’ in the kitchen, scrambled eggs not baking soda
wasn ’t a g but I did want the gsta outcomes
bit off more than I chew but it’s life I can’t outrun
my time is overdue, my rhymes are overused, rhyme-scheme co-produced, by the notable few
put on pinocchio shoes, puff up my ego don’t bruise, filet mignon with the crew, tabletop gin and juice,
I don’t show my fear I am no pufferfish, I play dirty just like how the gutter is, coming for you your engine better sputter quick,
I don’t show my fear I am no pufferfish, I play dirty just like how the gutter is, coming for you your engine better sputter quick, she claim loyalty but shes out here luckin
stick shift driving call it a drift stick
flick of the wrist it was quarter past six
music the main hit, don’t treat it like a misfit
mm mm mm mm I was getting gifted for christmas
a cat or lin, preparing for sun baff-ling
dudes report the scene a bit ravishing
lil feet scrambling, fun happenins
you try to speak but the mental faculties make it a bit bafflin
My rhymes are deep but I’m full of hypocrisy you see
In it too deep to forfeit, the view is gorgeous, the profit enormous, yo