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the mic - ani hastings lyrics

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(intro)
(this a throwback right here)

(chorus)
every time i’m in the booth yeah i rock the mic
yeah i only spit bars everybody like
quite wicked on da beat call me magic mike
give me five to six minutes i’ll write something tight
i be getting money high like everyday
people see my ways try to copy me
always tryna get a come up but don’t ever pay
they be stealing from me so much
i should charge a fee
(verse 1)
all thе peeps round the world wanna join my wave
man i’m too d*mn high i’m from outer sp*cе
baby get a rocket and ride the milky way
maybe then you can get on the same level as me
man i’m too icy
hard like a forty
sweet like some candy
yeah that’s what they told me
they told me i’m too crazy
they told me i need help
they said that i’m brazy
and i should check in myself

(verse 2)
put me in a hospital man i’ll go crazy
you can call nurse ratched even she can’t tame me
put me through the therapy’s bet it won’t phase me
i am just too cool to get the laser baby
call me jr ll
yeah i never fail
yeah y’all should hear this beat
it sound just like the bells
you should read my lyrics no excuses i got braille
stuck in a reality my words lifts up your veil
(verse 3)
stuck up in a fairy tale
looking for a change
every time a hero came
man he really seemed strange
so i thought up in my brain
how could i rearrange
this entire game plan
so that i wasn’t enraged
enraged enlarged i took a trip to mars
enraged enlarged go go go get my car
y’all folks wish y’all could be this hard
just like law y’all can’t past my bar

(verse 4)
i’m to fresh the very best yet
no deny you can’t contest this
i be nipping and dabbling yes yes
if you didn’t know well know you know jet
i love the rock and roll life on the eway (eway)
i drive 95 on the speedway (speedway)
windows rolled down i feel the wind (wind)
it’s the best thing since jesus made gin

(chorus)
every time i’m in the booth yeah i rock the mic
yeah i only spit bars everybody like
quite wicked on da beat call me magic mike
give me five to six minutes i’ll write something tight
i be getting money high like everyday
people see my ways try to copy me
always tryna get a come up but don’t ever pay
they be stealing from me so much
i should charge a fee
yeah

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