Might Healthy
Wrote this to Might Healthy by Ghostface ..
But the catalyst to this, who's insecurity is bigger?/
Cuz my words'll be converted to verbally murder spitters/
And that brushes y'all the wrong way../
structure songs like constructing bombs, leaving destruction caused in a long wave/
serve it Italian thats cutlet' parm and chardnay/
waiting on y'all to play me just like im scary, word/
I'm McGrady mixed with Tom Brady and Larry Byrd/
But lately like a blonde shady and you Stan re-birthed/
Plus I Got so many xanneys, Perc's, stuffed inside this duffle I, mistook it for a grannys purse/
I can rebuttals lie's soon as they plan rehearsed/
And have em' looking the same color as a tan reversed/
I’m so faded...
I Wont stop till my name is gold plated and so famous like Joe Namath/
And I ride the Jets to the bowl game w/ them coat hangin'/
They pro-claiming the title, without the work ethic/
Felt the burn sweat endured it as a verse penman/
I learned lessons, text books will never show you/
And didn't have to be Dirk's brethren to ever post moves/
I'm a young verse killer but I'm so smooth/
I ain't seen beef, what's at stake is a cold view/
don't like it but they copy the taste, like tofu/
Search Dilla' then merge lyrics with pro tools/
I'm so serious, this new style ain't old news/
And while ya' at Tell someone to que the Rocky theme/
You get strokes illa' then dope dealers with oxyclean/
Got maple leafs like the hockey team/
They lose the cup if we in it just like we dropped the lean/
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Plus Y'all ain't fly to me your dead on arrival/
And if you finding me an enemy, your dead as a rival/
And Yo' My girl like it rough, she like it extra and wild/
That's a why my hand on her neck like I'm testing her vitals/
This ain't American Idol, and I don't rock with votes of faith/
I self motivate before my motor break, I over take these coldish pains,
I'd hold as weight to cultivate the impact, enough to get a shoulder sprain/
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