Letras
Shorty Mic baby, what it do
Man it feels good to be one deep know what I mean?
I stomp in the spot like I'm Bigfoot
I leave the crib shook catching guppies with a meat hook
Your time's been over take a look
And stop talking like a vet you's a rook
Buster ass trick with a jaw made a glass
Get smashed and slow down like your shit crashed
I get cash so I've never been the jealous type
Especially when it comes to skills on the mic
I'm a killer I'm realer the great white gorilla
I bang on my chest coz my nuts is bigger
Fuck a lyrical rhyme scheme dawg I get it poppin'
Yo I rap for my peoples and you know I'm not stoppin'
Every morning when I clock in a brother got em boxed in
Ya gotta fail if success is the option
The goal's to get rich and give back to the hood
Sell a million records and then go Hollywood
I'm blowing up from the north to the south
East west rappers keep my name in their mouth
Shit talk pitchforks try and run me out
But they can't coz I'm comfortable feet on the couch
Climb through back window I'm taking over
A brother getting hot call me supernova
I'm hitting twenty below nobody spitting colder
I master the elements earth wind and water I'm fire
Everybody sounds the same there's no variety
The Same rhymes the same tones oh the irony
When these muthafuckas claim that they the best
Carbon copy styles that's been done to death
I try and tell em but they just don't listen
That Shorty Mic will be one of the illest with no question
And now they spit venom try to damage my profession
They'll never be number one I second guess em
Couldn't give a fuck what your name is
But I know that you talk more shit than an anus
You'd do anything just to be famous
That's why you keep speaking my name you on some gay shit
I'm an architect, I rhyme with finesse
While you struggle to impress, I effortlessly progress
I'm a mastermind, I orchestrate rap symphonies