South Dynasty - Spicy Spice

Put the pressure on em, yeah I'm getting fresher
Come on, never been a flexer but I came in nice
So they wanna test em if I pick a mic
No you gon' lose your life, MJ

I be dancing in the limelight
Turn to the whip then dip, yeah you know my shit legit
Running circles round em, it look like a drift
Way the smoke appear, yeah you know I brought the dope in here

No ain't no one near the kid, I'm here to spit the slickest shit
Why you think they try gripping dick when I'm stepping up in this shit
Hear the boys saying finish him when I get up and grip the pin
I spit to win the boy, he done been a menace since 1997
That's when I fell from heaven, boy, go and get your reverend cause we here

All mic, no handouts, it's alright, we the mens now
All mic, no handouts, it's alright, we the mens now

It's the way I strut, touch me, bless you, it ain't much now
I just rode on tenth street, looking for some lunch while

Nathan got that CPU and it's punched wild
Lucky I can see through this small town, ain't much well
I just stole my own look you hesitant to stunt
While you think yours is unique, rhyme style, it ain't much

I ain't really care to front, only got a couple to spend
I ain't gonna spend it on nothing to show off
Pitching up first and it goes off, words off shure when you go off
It's a new me, pay attention I got two G's

Hope I can flow with a cool breeze, lay it down for the next king
Each track like a chess piece, each verse like a chess move
And this game got two kings, Southside going nationwide
All mic, no handouts, it's alright, we the mens now
All mic, no handouts, it's alright, we the mens now

Written by:
Dylan Mata, Nathaniel Mata

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