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vs - mickey factz lyrics

[verse 1: mickey factz]
failure’s not a sliding board, it’s a seesaw
facts, it’s in my name i’mma teach y’all (factz!)
general in the beast war and peace corps
only time that you next to i is on a keyboard
who paid you to jump outta that window when an emcee walk
cause now it’s lookin’ like a free fall
catch me ridin’ by in a peach porsche
gettin’ head while i sleep, that’s a dream job

[verse 2: styles p]
i’m so live i must’ve died already
you astounded, i’m grounded and fly already
any emcee could die, i decide already
better yet, i’ve decided i’m a pure blood you a hybrid
get an icepick in your eyelid
for jumping on our sh-t n-gg-
or jumping on my d-ck
ghost or g-host n-gg-, you’ll get your mind flipped
[verse 3: mickey factz]
what up sideline suckas?
try to rhyme, makin’ my timeline suffer, nevermind
i’m top five, remind guys of einstein brother
never high but i’m fly as a skydiver jumper
guard on point from the cavs, design like shumpert
sci-fi blunder, used to watch sci guys wonders
on my televise, why try colour lifesize high structure
flatscreen in my high rise bunker

[verse 4: styles p]
i’m so nice that i can’t be ranked
you [?] weed, but you ain’t high, so it can’t be dank
bout to get your head cracked so you can’t be
give a f-ck about your metaphors, styles or your format
lyrically this my house, n-gg- you just a doormat
meaning you get stepped on n-gg- or get your jaw cracked
i be tellin’ n-gg-s to fall back
lyrical gun, turn your 6 into a 4-pack

[verse 5: mickey factz]
peep the enigma, i tell riddles well
on a dark night, would a muslim pay a christian bail?
or let him sit in jail and hope a blood break him down
call that a sickle cell
couple pennies for your thoughts, that’s a wishing well
robin williams gypsy spell, wish him well
catch me lampin, sippin’ on zinfandel
fire, give ’em h-ll, yea i’m spittin’ braille
you could feel it’s real without seeing your fingernails

[verse 6: styles p]
i’m the one who put the pro in the problem
who bring gargoyles and goblins and ghosts
but mostly they know i be mobbin’ or robbin’
i used to get choice [?] on mic, i will abuse you
don’t let this juice or this book sh-t confuse you
lose you like a phone that sweats
in the club when i’m drunk i break bones and necks
i’m a lyrical murderer, condone your death

[verse 7: mickey factz]
chain punching, sp-wn and a blade function
or scorpion for the only time he say somethin’
timbalands on like drake sung it
i’m from a great dungeon, outkast like 3k tucked in
his big boy account, please show me the money
that’s the way to go, rappers is r-t-rded on the radio
cuba gooding gifted hands, jot every rhyme
furious styles, yep, my pops gave me life

[verse 8: styles p]
wicked is as wicked does
you ain’t spin wicked then, we can’t even kick it cuz
blood came through i just ask what the [?] was
hmm, contemplating sh-t i’ll stick ’em up
i’m just searching for balance, soul need lifting up
any challenger challenge, body need picking up
air him out, like a room full of smoke
or blow his brains out like a room full of c-ke

[verse 9: mickey factz]
i run the campus but still ear to the chairman
so the princ-p-l cards like gambit when i get near him
light up the ace of spades, colourful money
i’m sorry homie, your paper plain
go ‘head and toss it, i’m flossin’, you got a pay-per line
cause that’s the paper line, paid to rhyme
wishdraw liquid cash til the bank is dry
hip hop bank see to a blank sheet
thank me for all of this art, none of the paint free

[verse 10: styles p]
styles! thank us for the art, thank us for the thoughts
the paint ain’t free and the pain come à la carte
what’s a small brain with a shallow heart?
then so we on the same road, but we miles apart
i am ant-man with a little darth vader
i am a raider but where’s my lost arc?
it’s like lyrics is like a lost art
told factz facts but just let the peach porsche stop

- mickey factz lyrics

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