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stab the mic - baby shel lyrics

“stab the mic”
[intro:]
yeah
b.a.b.y
and this is the tree fort
uh

[baby shel:]
imma represent rez rap
that’s my backbone
100 souls
don’t roast till i’m back home
12:30 riding dirty through the back roads
never funny bout my money
gotta stack dough
keep a gat close
where i come from
got a dumb tongue
spitting the lyrics
i’m keeping the spirit
you peeping to hear it
your people should fear it
i’m creeping cause you nearer
yeah you better get back hoe
100 souls ready for war
i said it before
who oppose gonna get broken
better start hoping
that i don’t lash out
bash out till your head open
ready set flow
yeah i’m bout to go in
grab the microphone
yeah i’m feeling focused
to rip up a beat
bout to k!ll and critique
a mother f-cker
trying to talk sh-t about my trend
that i’m setting never forgetting
the rez that i’m repping
and i’m betting we the best
and we busting at you p-ssy mother f-ckers
touching something that can damage
ya amateurs gushing and busting
all this ink from my pen
and the beast of within
don’t weep cause we creeping again
you weak and retreat like a b-tch
peace you can sleep with the fish trick

[chorus:]
better show some respect
for the best in the midwest
better invest in a vest
don’t make me go stab the mic
through your f-ckin’ chest
[repeat x3]

[wardog:]
spitting fire for them liars mane
venom in my veins and i feel no pain
gasoline up in my brain
and i never ever know if i’ll be tamed
running with the ak47 mac.11
running gunning
everything in front of me
status so dope
and i’m never f-ckin’ broke
everything i do is like a g
step to me get vigilante
got the rez scr-pped up
and they on my team
papa said i shoulda woulda coulda
been a bad marine
walking talking k!lling machine
ripping and gritting and spitting
through your dreams
down for my team and i want that green
stab you with the mic
right through your chest
and watch you bleed

[chorus:]
better show some respect
for the best in the midwest
better invest in a vest
don’t make me go stab the mic
through your f-ckin’ chest
[repeat x3]

[baby shel:]
f-ck a mossberg
i can make it awkward
biting on my style
makes me why
cause its not yours
bout to k!ll all this impostors
after i’m done they better go call
the mother f-ckin’ doctor
not even that’s gonna help you
the fans never felt ya
my lyrics might melt ya i bailed ya
out mother f-cker
what i’m bout mother f-cker
might tilt ya i filled ya
with doubt mother f-cker

- baby shel lyrics

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