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6 foot 7 foot freestyle - m.i abaga lyrics

[verse 1: m.i abaga]
yah
yaw!
pardon my bravado, i only want the t-tle
i’m k!lling everything i’m on, i guess i’m suicidal
the rest ain’t say you’re nothing men, they ain’t communicato
while i rock from lag to mars, call it a marcielago
got different goals so we ball different
i’m tryna find some compet-tion, like it’s gone missing
see haters raising disciples just to come and get him
luke, mark my words, i’m not the john p-ssing
criminal story-teller, call me john gresham
illegal music, n-gga gotta speak with conviction
hehe, now tell me that ain’t the line of the year
haters see me and get wood because they’re dying to cheer
i swear the game is ’bout to vanish man, if i ain’t appear
it’s like ma money grow on trees and i ain’t tryna share
most of these n-ggers and success have a dying affair
and when i’m talking ’bout pjs man, i’m flying a lair
hehe
well, i mean not me personally ‘cos i can’t, i got a pilot and sh-t
hehe
yaw
flier than emirates
m is rated emeritus
lyrical miracles as i spit pivotal parables
microphone and b.p apparatus
turn a beat into particles
i ain’t the greatest yet but d-mn i’m very close
close like a best friend
yes m is s-xing
any beats, send ‘em, imma ride ‘em like an equestrian
they didn’t use to send m but now, it’s like they texting impress him, the rest got him bored, like a guest dinner
tickle the clint, i put my eastwood in her west end
her north side headed for my south pole
mouth all over till her mouth sore
i’m just chilling making millions, getting different numbers thrown at me, like a dice roll
when i’m in the club, i handle bars like a bicycle
n-ggers tryna simulate my flyness, they in flight school
these n-ggers of mine, so wanna fail, i’m a maestro
illegal music 2, i did it twice, i did nice bro
see the difference clear, 7up
n-ggers puffin’, think they’re big and i hit ‘em up
and then i hang ‘em up, prank call
you have plans to make cheques rain, cancel
see my pants full, ‘cos i ball big
always hitting the spot like an oil rig
y’all n-ggers need more, ammunition before
you can think of blowing up, so what we gotta c4
you got weak bars, only weighing a little
i’m at the centre o’ things, like to stay in the middle
i take these rappers apart like i’m playing geppeto
i’m guilty of being dope and there is no acquittal
and on the real dough, m can really still flow
like i took adenuga’s company, ‘cos i still glow
watch the way i’m baggin’ the rings call me bilbo
still n0body f-cking with me, get a d-ld-
n-gga!
yeah
hehe
phenom, let’s go

[verse 2: phenom]
uh
i know you’re broke but please pay attention
so old in this game, i should be paper paid in pension
i go harder than erection
i bring rappers depression
i’m spitting on bars like pregnant chicks during detention
and i ma make it rain, f-ck the global recession
i’m not saying i’m the best, but who else brings perfection
i’m the right answer to a pop in a question
and, you are just a pain in the b-tt, like injection
raa
edo boy with the las gidi att-tude
i stack dolls in line and i ain’t talking barbie queue
babalawo flow, things are ’bout to go spiritual
hip-hop was dead but here’s an atmosphere for miracle
rappers looking edible, i’m a lyrical cannibal
it’s dinner time and i’m dining with the incredible, mister
we topping the lista
o boy, if you dey hate, jump out the window, i ain’t talking vista
flows is emaculate you know that i’m a don, i’m just wondering o… yes sir

uh! listen
running gidi o
spitting ili flow with ma ili bro
make da green like the ceo
in the dark, you gon’ see me glow
rappers get lost like tv show
for reali o, i’m illi bro
i’ll never back down ‘cos i am not a fan of gidigbo
i’m on the throne baby, you just a prom king
like michael jackson, you’re f-cking with the wrong kid
so better lean back, and watch your n-gga stay fat
phenomous phobia, i leave rappers with the stage fright
skinny jeans donned but ma pockets stay fat
by june next year, i’ll be tryna get my maybach
t-square rappers, they got me so board
i got a chick’s cv from a bl-w j-b
heh
we signing out
yaw! uh!

[chorus]
6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot bunch
6-6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot bunch

- m i abaga lyrics

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