Mic Shannon - 9000 (Machine Part 2)
Don't remind meI'm angry enough to hurt somebody
And pounding you just might be the therapy I need
(Yeah, yeah, yeah
I am a cheetah, your favorite's a zebra
Took one pint of courage, it made me a leader/liter
I'm ill with the skill 'til my craft/Kraft bring Velveeta like (Mmm)
I am a diamond, one million in wattage
They all show me love, even more they acknowledge
The hottest and brightest before he's been polished up (Mmm)
(Bang, bang, bang)
I came to sanitize, came to vandalize
Rappers they yellow like 'what you, a dandelion?'
Spit a few bars watch 'em turn to a pantomime
Yawn, stretch
Flow, check
Gotta thank God I'm on, yes
Floating all over these hoes, flex
Right at your throat 'cause I'm on, next/necks
Yes, fool
Don't mess around with the best, fool
Y'all won't be happy 'til I kill a rapper
And turn they career to crime scene and leave it a mess, fool
Bang, what
Bang, what
Bubbling off of you brain, I'm off of the chain
Still off of the brain I could off you
And put you in coffin on stage, Lux
Now to the coffin I'm paid, bucks
Up and away, face me it's bucks to J's
That means you kicking 'em you is the vic-tim
Rappers I'm ripping 'em, stitching 'em
Seeing what tick in 'em
So I could surgicially, urgently, murder thee
Further he go to the court commit perjury
Claiming the game is what made him insane and so he must start purging it
Whoa, whoa
Oh, no
Bro, yo
I wouldn't go against bro, no
Ain't you been peeping his flow, whoa
Yo, Ro
This beat is whamming and only Mic Shannon could keep up
And leap up and go, pro
G'd up with feet up I eat up this beat up for sure
Look at him grow, go
Foot to the pedal and shine like a bezel
With bars hard as metal that's hot as the devil
And when I get settled they ask me my level, ah
(It's over nine thousand!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I am a lion I've sharpened my iron
They walking I'm flying
They talking I'm buying
I throw 'em the fire
I'm Nolan I'm Ryan like, mmm
(Go, go, go)
Played in the mud and I came from the muscle
Got paid by the plug 'cause I came from the hustle
You right in my reach so you know I can touch you like, mmm
(Bang, bang, bang)
I'm undefeatable
Y'all so feeble, unleadable
Unteachable, unbelievable
Way too readable, success inconceivable, mmm
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Dopest opus writer, know he tighter
Focus close a spoken writer
Me versus them, I'm a forest fire
They just hold a broken lighter
Ahh, yes
Look how they peeping my pro-gress
Look how I'm speeding the pro-cess
Eating and breathing and feeding off rappers they pleading and speeding off
(Bang, yeah)
Royalty, I keep my loyalty, never much more to me, yeah
I came to slaughter you call me the starter of martyrdom
Harder to follow
'Cause every part of Shannon's style is harder
And way less flamboyant-he still profit quarterly, yeah
You, couldn't, get a 'Bad Girl'
If you found the club and tried joining it, yeah
My money stretching like yoga
One of a kind but not poker
Quality product I'm doper
They more like soda-I'm
Coke with no cola
Raw like I'm yola, hold up
Say you the best and I'm guessing you lied
Never did I
Rappers pay homage, it's time to quit flexing start stepping aside
If I ain't the best then I'm guessing we tied
You at the airport I'm guessing you fly
You say you hot, well I guess it's July
You get the chicken I'm guess you fried
Move aside, it's time
I am the jeeper, the creeper, I get deeper
I'm-a bite the speaker, chew it and swallow it
I'm the preacher, teacher, reaper, overseer
'Bout to go Madea
I'm the coke in beaker
Overthrow the meter
Bust like a heater, with stripes of a leader, while burning this ether
And when they get near, they ask me my feature, ah
(It's over nine thousand!)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bomb like a terrorist (Whoo)
I'm the top of the mountain, plus colder than Everest
Holding the leverage, assassinate rappers with prejudice, mmm
(Go, go, go)
Call me Mic Shannon
I am a cannon, cold as Dannon, under lazy, over planning
The best in the land 'less you move me to Canada, mmm
(Bang, bang, bang)
I don't think nobody touching me
End of discussion he uppity
Hide him from company
Pray that I fade, but until then you stuck with me, mmm
(Bars, bars, bars)
Chains, cars, fame, broads
Packs, racks, pictures with stars
Don't none of that matter if you missing your bars
Written by:
Mic Shannon
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