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6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot Bunch
MI:
Yaw
Pardon my bravado
I only want the title
I’m killing everything I’m on, I guess I’m suicidal
The rest ain’t say you’re nothing men, They incommunicado
While I rock from Lag to Mars, call it a murcielago
Got different goals so we ball different
I’m tryna find some competition, like it’s gone missing
See haters raising disciples just to come and get him, Luke,
Mark my words I’m not John (also a slang for toilet) u piss on
Criminal story-teller, call me John Grisham
Illegal Music, Nigger gotta speak with conviction
Hehe
Now tell me that ain’t the line of the year
Haters see me and get wood,because they’re dying to cheer
I swear the game is ’bout to vanish men, if I ain’t appear
It’s like ma money grow on trees and I ain’t tryna share
Most of dis niggas and SUCCESS av a dying affair,
And when I’m talking ’bout PJs men, I’m flying Alair
Hehe
Well, I mean not me personally ‘cos I can’t, I got a pilot n’ shit
Hehe
Yaw
Flier than Emirates
M is rated than meritance
Lyrical miracles as I spit pivotal parables
Microphone and B.P apparatus
Turn a beat into particles
I ain’t the greatest yet but then I’m very close
Close like a best friend
Yes M is sexing
Any beats, send ‘em, I’ll right ‘em like any question
They didn’t use to send M but now, it’s like they texting and pressing
The rest got him bored, like a guest dinner
Tickle the Clit, I put my Eastwood in her Westend
And North side headed for my Southpole
Mouth all over till her mouth swollen
I’m just chilling making millions, getting different numbers calling me, like a dice roll
When I’m in the club, I handle bars like a bicycle
Niggers tryna simulate my flyness, They in flight school
These niggers of mine, so wanna fail, I’m a maestro
Illegal Music 2, I did it twice, I did nice bro
See the difference clear, 7Up
Niggers puffin’, think they’re big and I hit ‘em up
And then I hang ‘em up, prank call
You have plans to make cheques rain… cancel
See my pants full, ‘cos I ball big
Always hitting the spot like an oil rig
Y’all niggers need more, Ammunition B4
You can’t think of blowing up, so what we got is C4
You got weak bars, only weighing a lil(lil wayne reference)
I’m at the centre o’ things, like to stay in the middle
I take these rappers apart like I’m playing Geppetto
I’m guilty of being dope and there is no acquittal
And on the real dough, M can really still flow
Like I took Adenuga’s company, ‘cos I still GLOw
Watch the way you bang into rings and call me Bilbo
Still nobody fucking with me, get a dildo
Nigger
Yeah
Hehe
Phenom, let’s go
PHENOM:
Unh
I know you’re broke but please Pay attention
I’m so old in this game, I should be paper paid in pension
I go harder than erection
I bring rappers depression
I’m spitting on bars like pregnant chicks during detention
And I ma make it rain, fuck the global recession
I’m not saying I’m the best, but who else brings perfection
I’m the right answer to hip hop aint no questioning
And, you are just a pain in the butt, like injection
Raa
Edo boy with a Las Gidi attitude
I stack doves in line and I ain’t even talking Barbecues
Babalawo flow, Things are ’bout to go spiritual
Hip-Hop was dead but here’s an atmosphere for miracle
Rappers looking edible, I’m a lyrical cannibal
It’s dinner time and I’m dining with the Incredible, Mister
We topping the lista
O Boy, if you dey hate, jump out the window, I ain’t talking Vista
Flow z immaculate,u knw dat I’m redundant, I’m jst warming up..yezzir!
Unh
Listen
Running Gidi O
Spitting Ili flow with ma Ili bro
Make the green(Da Grin) like CEO
In the dark, you gon’ see me glow
Rappers get Close like TV Show
For reali O, I’m illi bro
I’ll never Back Down ‘cos I am not a fan of Gidigbo
I’m on the throne baby, you just a Prom King
Like Michael Jackson, you’re fucking with the wrong kid
So better lean back, and watch your nigger stay fat
Phenomous phobia, I leave rappers with the stage fright
Skinny jeans tho but ma pockets stay fat
By June next year, I’ll be tryna get my May back
T-square rappers, They got me so board
I got a chick’s CV from a blow job
Heh
We signing out
Yaw
Unh
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