Give me brand new mics
You wouldn’t walk in my shoes with 40 pairs of socks
And I was singing songs through all of these scars
Give me brand new mics, so I can sing these songs
CHORUS
I’m a hot, ripped rhymer, give me brand new mics
Show these kids how to do it, give me brand new mics
So they’ll known what I’m doing
You know me, I come around and spit fire through the wire
I’m a hot ,ripped rhymer, rhymer
You fools are noodles, I got more ziti to bake
My tool been too good, I got more CD’s to make
Nothing short of great, I’ll rhyme on any mixtape
I say guys be lying to get on this lane and can’t
Mama pray for me, these women kneel in front of me like Coriolanus
I carry thoughts of Socrates, they are just bust
Plus I write like Plato, call me young faithful
And they shall run like Cato, just ‘cause I said so
Also their flows are borrowed, so I leave them below
I’m Castro with a fist too strong, so they wanna follow, flow
From long ago, my footsteps echo like a trumpet blow
And when I blow these haters are gonna kick the bucket and look good in caskets
No matter how broke I was, I couldn’t be a puppet
And whenever I got cash, I’d ball outta ma budget, sharing
Covering children with goodness like a warm blanket, caring
So whenever they wanna gossip my name is in their brackets
CHORUS
And I write because I love these songs
Without these songs I’d be in a box, my life would be lost
So I thank these songs
You wouldn’t walk in my shoes with 40 pairs of socks
And I was singing songs through all of these scars
Give me brand new mics, so I can sing these songs
Verse 2 rap
Then I come like a comet, a quick shooting star
See me from afar playing my own guitar
Running swifter than a jaguar, to end all the hunger
Call me bizarre, I just call myself a hustler, plus
I am that sleek rapper who never curses, because
I’m leading principles like a principal with scars
My pupils have seen so many sores on my people’s hearts
For comfort my eye is on the front of these charts, using perfect art
It’s culture, where do I start? Exactly where your idols end
Give me the rules so I can bend them while leading my band
You see they got their instruments, I got my rhymes and my raps
I move to riches from rags, so girls give me tags
And who can rhyme at the level that Mansion’s rhyming at?
I wield the double bladed sword that kills cats
Moving like Achilles and I can’t sin like pious
Ya’ll eating takeaways and my cuisine is bias, always by us, so buy us
CHORUS
And I write because I love these songs
Without these songs I’d be in a box, my life would be lost
So I thank these songs
You wouldn’t walk in my shoes with 40 pairs of socks
And I was singing songs through all of these scars
Give me brand new mics, so I can sing these songs
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