The Mic Aaron Rose (Ft. Nyck Caution & Rokamouth)

[Verse 1: A La $ole]
Well, it's the miggity-mac daddy bringin' the boom up in yo' system
Sickest nigga in the village, rhythm flowin' like a river
Makin' 'em shiver, sendin' chills down they spine and liver
Hello Mr. Soul Spitter, what can I get 'cha
That player list arithmetic physician that'll split they bridges
Crossin' over like the point guard, maybe even Fisher
While the fishing for the nets, gettin' in yo' bed is your filet mignon
Um, a nigga just wanna bone
'Til I see she screamin' that harmony
We teachin' them two steps, I'm teachin' choreography
Pardon me, I'm supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Nastier than Nas, is sicker than yo' halitosis
This rap shit, I body the mostest
[?] was splitting C's like a nigga was Moses
Nigga we own this
I roam around, like a nigga was Caesar
Taking virginities willingly cause a nigga we seize her
Man, it's a damage with promatic Spanish
Just know, the Prodies never fall
Make you see God after the clips like a nigga was madness
Them niggas was savage
Ain't shit funny, I'm on my mad shit
We gettin' mad chips, so I suggest you lay down
And get the static, I am estatic
Kill the game, I been this savage
Just fanatic, when we rappin' 'bout mad shit
[?] tricked us
Stickin' my dick inside yo' bitch lips'
Cause I'm the [?] of the motherfuckin' realest