[Intro]
The rhyme heater! Mikey D is back again!
[Verse 1: Mikey D]
Mikey D, the rhyme heater and the leader of the pack
A loaded 9 millimeter that'll meet ya in the back
Of the club or the pub, drive your hearse to the church
Google search Mikey D, (The baddest MC on Earth)
Or Twitter a nigga, wear your shades, the neck glitter
Can never be bitter, so respect the babysitter
Took a seat back, but off the meat rack
Better believe that, I fell off?
Y'all niggas smokin'! (Where the weed at?)
I paved the way now I gotta save the day
Real legends don't die we just (Fade away)
Give me a reason to get even if you do, you ain't leaving
If you live you ain't breathin' no more
Day to evening
Lights out, Mike's house, big cat, mice out
New rappers ain't a fraction of me, that I doubt
DJ Slice and Mercury, no Serato
Just a mixer and a needle that'll fix ya
Turntable that'll feed ya
Hip-hop from the block, not that industry pop
We'll make the game stop, until the elements drop
My team from Russia would love ta reach out and touch ya
Break ya back, camel clutch ya, just for fuckin' with this nucka
Gotta breathe then pick it back up
Then I run these cats over like a Mickey Mack truck
Been reppin' the game so don't question the name
Since Rakim and Kane, I'm the best when I came
If you gotta problem with it you could see me on the stage
Or you could get your muscle on and try to beat me in the cage
It doesn't make a difference, I'm the truth, you know it!
You can't deny my props, Salute! You owe it!
The rhyme heater! Mikey D is back again!
[Verse 1: Mikey D]
Mikey D, the rhyme heater and the leader of the pack
A loaded 9 millimeter that'll meet ya in the back
Of the club or the pub, drive your hearse to the church
Google search Mikey D, (The baddest MC on Earth)
Or Twitter a nigga, wear your shades, the neck glitter
Can never be bitter, so respect the babysitter
Took a seat back, but off the meat rack
Better believe that, I fell off?
Y'all niggas smokin'! (Where the weed at?)
I paved the way now I gotta save the day
Real legends don't die we just (Fade away)
Give me a reason to get even if you do, you ain't leaving
If you live you ain't breathin' no more
Day to evening
Lights out, Mike's house, big cat, mice out
New rappers ain't a fraction of me, that I doubt
DJ Slice and Mercury, no Serato
Just a mixer and a needle that'll fix ya
Turntable that'll feed ya
Hip-hop from the block, not that industry pop
We'll make the game stop, until the elements drop
My team from Russia would love ta reach out and touch ya
Break ya back, camel clutch ya, just for fuckin' with this nucka
Gotta breathe then pick it back up
Then I run these cats over like a Mickey Mack truck
Been reppin' the game so don't question the name
Since Rakim and Kane, I'm the best when I came
If you gotta problem with it you could see me on the stage
Or you could get your muscle on and try to beat me in the cage
It doesn't make a difference, I'm the truth, you know it!
You can't deny my props, Salute! You owe it!
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