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rumble fish - mike oxlong lyrics

[intro]
ok, i need to start this sh*t up
wheres my keys, i need to start it up
start it up, start it up
motherf*cka, told you i need to start it up
start it up, start it up
motherf*cka, told you i need to start it up

[verse]
wasn’t ready for mike to save the rap game, like static shock
poking fun at tough personas, that’s what mike supposed to mock
replaced by the wall street and put some money in the stocks
was this sh*t not hot enough so it isn’t their cup of tea
dressed up for the f*cking grammys just to receive a nominee
piseed off that things didn’t go your way, know this ain’t cup to pee
this whole line full of circus crews, bunch of payasos
i mean you can draw the rich little details, painted by picasso
finally you got my f*cking attention, bravo
mike is a sweet one but an assh0l*, krisy kremе
is mike described as a jеrk*off, just with no f*cking vaseline
bird in mikes hand, ice cubes laying on your jeans
2pac once said, come quick, see the roofless scene
man on the moon, look here comes the wolf
freestyling the fastest, reaching page 125 in this book
all we believe in is homicide, claims he f*cking cooks
hungry and looking for more verses with these hooks
blocking tough motherf*ckas like my position was defense
can’t tell me i jump borders till you hit the fence
she can’t cut the sh*t, f*cking holding it on tense
used to say “f*ck the world” but i bought it at great expense
mikes active on the music industry, well so is the illuminati
mumbling his f*cking words, can tell his sh*t is soppy
what you looking at, you f*cking hocky puck from hocky
going up, you know what i mean, in the elevator
armed with power on my sleeves, mike the dictator
tell me i create a bunch of bullsh*t, sh*t, call me michael the creator
what they see when i walk the line, i’m drunk in love
how many calories has she burned so far, donuts is her true love
i’m the prince since they reigned over me, f*cks the white doves
watch my f*cking mouth before it releases all the french
doing this while wearing sh*t from christian dior
this is where i draw the line, sike, erase and speak more
drop it like it hot, down to the earth on the center of the core
lord is my shepherd, but i am the american bully
placing new rappers in this sh*t, all i know is they rookies
writing sh*t in the rocket, but look where the rocket took me
growing big and strong without milk, still eating these cookies
she paid to get laid, now her baby looks like michael, f*ck the money
who knew that tony was an up and coming comedian, getting kinda funny
time i reached the sun, days looking kinda sunny
k!lling beats after but for before no
f*ck the world right now but it ain’t considered a f*cking p*rno
been at hollywood, lumberjackin’ all the promo
snap his f*cking spine but it ain’t glow
snorting all this success to get the song ideas in my mind
if the paper had feelings, it would f*cking know that mike got murder in his mind
while motherf*ckers searching for the keys they won’t find
black and white for these old heads, that makes more colorblind
ima put some dirt in yo eyes, i got a track called spiderman too
putting tracks together with this quality glue
coughing up these cold verses, i say be careful for the flu
mike in the spot, red, tony showed up out the blue
6th sib, get 6 kisses, 6 chains, the devil in a blue dress
6 wins, 6 losses, 6 rounds of f*cking rap chess
my heart reacts to you being a fake, out the f*cking stress
when i was heading through the success route, ever stopped by a gas station
fans like “oh sh*t, 2008, sequel of antic*p*tion”
i be writing raps and plans in front of vacation
lifes like a movie, somehow there will be a mike oxlong adaptation
guess this reference right here, anybody else wanna put it at negotiation
what would a dollar bill do inside another pocket of a cheapskate
pop the tires for your run, let you fall off in deflate
michael in the house, now its up to you to f*cking learn how to love hate
d*mn!
[outro]
ok, ok, ok
everybody in this game, let’s get ready to
rumble!
be sharks up in here! don’t be p*ssies
don’t be a dunce, don’t be a f*cking dumbass!
and, hope you motherf*ckas don’t flop out of air
like some f*cking fishes!

- mike oxlong lyrics

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