Sikey Much - Rap Stuff, Vol. 1

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
My name is Owen No-one
And this is the eleven o'clock news
At the top of the hour
We have our hero
Mr. Pennsylvania
In the city that he has grown to despise
Turning his back on the loving citizens
We have dedicated our time and our love to this man
And we get nothing in return
More on this story as it develops
People angry all the time
Talking bout some zen
Like Superman's alias
They call him Clark Kent
He's just taking off his glasses
Then I swear he up and went
And they go to take a picture
See some fog up on the lens
Got homies out to eat
Tip a check in cents
Friends who wanna hang
Then they spend it on a vent
Got besties at the crib
And they drinking on a bend
Got risky texts sitting in your drafts you won't send
Headphones in your hair
Thinning out
Leave a dent
Money in the bank that you know I won't spend
Pants fitted
Man's grinning
Hands grippin
So I must be Josh
Cause I caught that bitch, and I'm cribbin
I could take 8 L's and still win
Like Chi Town
Obi Wan talk shit from the high ground
Rollie like it's Polie Olie
Jokers all in
Hold up
Nah nah nah
I'm good
Keep it rolling
Keep it rolling
Rollie like it's Polie Olie
Jokers all in deck
They got me folding
And I'm strolling to the bass
Now I'm rolling
Skiing like my last name Polish
My flow is the coldest
Sideline grab so you see where the toe is
Phone and my weed in my hand
That's a contact high
He's a know how to dress
Know what he wants guy
He's a show off the quest
No I never meant a tribe
Never ever needed social
If I wanna keep it live
He's a handicapped spot
If his mind ends the drive
It's depression and anxiety
And they're parking outside
They're rocking 808's
And they're listening to Plies
I'm attracted to the bass
And I'm sliding to the vibe
You're breaking what you enter
But they'd never call it crime
And I would never speak
So they calling me a mime
And I don't need your girl
I just need a little time
Cause she looking at me
Cause she found out that I can rhyme
You know what's crazy
Is
The memories that you have
Aren't actually your original memories
Like, you only remember shit cause it's the last time you remembered it
If you stop remembering something it will just
Disappear
From your subconscious
It's crazy to me
It's so crazy
But let me introduce myself
It is Sikey Much
Aka Mr Pennsylvania
Aka Your mom's favorite pierogie
And we're just here living life

Written by:
Derek Robbins

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