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passenger - m.c.d. (atl) lyrics

[verse 1: m.c.d.]
me and homies on the come up we gonna make fun of ya’
got a stubborn attitude i don’t let up i choose to
stay in the booth and just keep marchin’ so far till’ i fade off until i reduce
in ya sight but i might just let loose up on ya
until i snap go berzerk that’s word to mr. mathers
bird up its blurred the world heard, it just occurred that i’m
absurd with the verbs might have to defer my project
actually, i almost had to but not gonna lie i’m glad you stepped back
i get more time up on the mic
sit back in the lab and just write
my hold on the game is airtight
gettin’ ready and prepped for next fight
confetti blast off 10 feet high
i been stayin’ up doin’ late nights
from dark to the motherf*ckin’ sunrise
remember mal it’s a name that you won’t forget
and my tempers foul, it gets solved with a pad and pen
so i stretch you out till’ you fit about 50 men
all with the same sound, but i know you b*tches ain’t ready for this

[verse 2: cusax]
the rhyme violator, inside the minds of invaders
remind all kinds of the lamers, them sonic finds are the greatest
i’m outta lines in my paper, but k!llin’ rhymes are my staple
stealin’ my style from nickle, (?)
steep is declined to the peak of (?)
leap from the bottom to be the one who’s on top of the scene
or someone to stop all the cheaters
(?)
originality nowadays a f*ckin’ fallacy, people just don’t know how to be clever
so keep on doubting me
never critique that god to be, sever my speaker count to 3
war is what it’s about to be, that ain’t what i’m about you see
but if it comes down to it, i mean in the booth and out of it
’cause y’all are f*ckin’ counterfeit, but cusax is condition mint
[verse 3: m.c.d.]
i’m in my bag in the booth i feel so comfortable
like sodomy, i don’t give a sh*t b*tch f*ck it though
ain’t n0body passing me like a one*way road
you motherf*ckers are so fake, industry clones
body been achin’ but i been makin’ a statement the way i spectate
study my idols, f*ck up my rivals on a day rate yeah
student of the game i claim my place, make a naysayer take it back to the grave
cause your opinion can drop dead like sharon tate
i’m the best it ain’t c*ckyness it’s confidence
try all you want b*tch you ain’t motherf*ckin’ stoppin’ this
brian shaw strength when i shank then dip escape like dufrane
maintain my mind so i’m sane, humane unlike a man named hussein so dominate the game wanna explode and ingrain my name up inside your brain
but i been stayin’ on my way to be great
and obtain everything that i said i ever wanted
strive to be the best i can be, while maintaining my sanity
but it’s crazy how this sh*t can just drive you insane and f*ck up your whole mental state
this game is no f*ckin game
but i don’t play when it comes to this, but i’m just playin’ with you
the way i take this place and make it my own, hip*hop is my home
my place of residence, but i’m hesitant to dive in i’m feeling heaven sent
to mesh and blend my thoughts and my patterns, but it’s evident my mind is ascending
’cause i been spending precious time, just writing these f*ckin’ rhymes
i’m comin’ up in my prime
sh*t is produced by denaun, i couldn’t be more f*ckin’ thankful
i hope there’s more to come, i’m sending out a f*ckin prayer
let me tell you something real quick, mark it up on your calender
i know i’m the pilot, you’re just a f*ckin’ passenger
{outro: m.c.d.}
h*llo?
uh, h*llo?
oh f*ck

- m c d atl lyrics

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