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bartenders - mickey diamond lyrics

[part i]

[intro: mickey diamond]
“always been a foul child— i got”
yo kyle, tell this funny lookin’ n*gga how long it took me to call you back after you beeped me
a couple of minutes?
a couple of what?
a couple of minutes, mo, that’s called good business (blackouts)

[interlude: jamil honesty]
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child”
“i got” (milly)

[verse 1: jamil honesty]
wing chun, hand trappin’ over beats
masterful deceit, catch you slip, what you happens when you sleep? huh
dallas with the ski, cadavers on the platter, gotta eat
get some, they gather for the league, sh*t
from here to bangkok you feel the rain drops
the crew behind me got the wallys
c*ck, aim, slay opps
now, that’s a namе drop, huh
you better man your lane, or turn into david blainе
catch more than a leg shot, huh (“i”)
jimmy hoffa, get you missin’ if it’s a problem
me and mickey got the air fresher than fendi prada
happy hours, more than sk!ll of a trendy prower
gotta put them hours in, my intention’s to get me flowers
or i bury every time, d*ck and harry
this moshpit is scary if you not fit the tori
k!ll a crowd ’til they simmer down, now i’m crackin’, guinness style
with criminals, livin’ foul, the wild style general
dirty sh*t
[chorus: mickey diamond]
“style”
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child” (what?)
“i got the wild style”

[verse 2: mickey diamond]
diamond philosophies, prophesies of modern day socialites
with it, i done done scared rappers, we make a mockery
no wonder why my punchlines is sharp like baraka t**th
on point like a soccer cleat, my fleet tryna conquer greece
for love, peace and war, we chasin’ bread like a block of geese
talk is cheap for you, but for me, it made my stock increase
68 box caprice, you know me and honesty
the bartender, send shots when n*ggas don’t acknowledge me
another dead instrumental, check the toxicology
i’m more gfk without the ‘robes or cream wallabees
n*ggas still sleepin’, it was a all a dream, it gotta be
high quality strands and brands of camaraderie
sh*t you spittin’ is stand*up comedy, no anomalies
rappers know i get in that ass like colonoscopies
’85 i learned how to roll dice from monopoly
general, sold chicken, shrimp fried rice with the broccoli
diamond family

[chorus]
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child”
[outro: mickey diamond]
no liquor

[part ii]

[verse 1: jamil honesty]
enter the colosseum, get snuffed by the gladiator
grab the blade, slash and get cash then appear the alligator
savage nature, strengthen numbers, the calibre
allocatin’ verses for purchase, search it like navigation
h*o*nesty, video venmo, riddle me this though, what you droppin’ even suspenseful
the palm of scarface, they say you n*ggas on samarth
that purple salate, brittles without the cork taste
death is emanate, i’m criminally slept on
i kept on, my skin is teflon, under the kevlar, sh*t
i am supreme, y’all makeup this revlon, huh
plus, your n*ggas got you gassed like a chef on
pass the mic, bust it then disaster strikes
i spit jasper, don’t talk about my askin’ price
you get laughter, your sk!ll won’t really match the hype
i turn rappers to caspers to the afterlife
word

[chorus: mickey diamond]
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child” (what?)
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child” (what?)
[verse 2: mickey diamond]
ayo
tommy and sincere, sincerly yours, i’m writin’, dear john lennon
the rappin’, my pen sheddin’ tears
my beats by your mail, these scriptures that i speak quite surreal
we bringin’ heat to the street fights for thrills
i get that he’s nice but chill
i’m twice as ill and to keep it real, i don’t see the big f*ckin’ deal
n*ggas feel how they feel, i guess
i’m the best and i been still chain smokin’ these squares like i’m stressed
the less you know, wine and dine murders like wise & lakid
the word to the wise, close your eyelids
two way roads and the path chosen was violence
defiant, the iron giant, the einstein of modern science
the pack loud but when the mic’s on it’s kinda quiet
preemo, to get this kinda high you gotta find a pilot
first class, you fake your autograph when i seal and sign it (“wildstyle”)
wild style, who rhymin’ ill as diamond

[chorus]
“wild style”
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child”
“i got the wild style, always been a foul child”

- mickey diamond lyrics

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