Mickey Factz - South Park Lyrics
[Intro]That was cute man, that was real cuteNow you about to get some competitonCause I don't know if anyone else is gonna say anythingSo we about to get into thisWe about to bring this all the way back to the BronxKnow what I mean?S’Mickey – Black apple, *****XMJ, peace to Lord GFCYeah, I’m ready[Verse 1]Where I’ve been at, what I’m up toNobody cares so my response is ***** youBlack apple patron in the city y’all black foesThrow my hues like LangstonI don't know what you thinkinSo Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got youGame point and I spot youShoot over you then I watch youLook over to see the ball go through the net when I washed youYou knew who to name in that song and who not toFrom the bottomless pit, out comes the pitTreatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bitsGotta be Mick, got the slick thoThis is what you wanted nigga?Competition from a killer that’s a tundra spitter – coldI wonder what your steez did your sunny iller barsBlack out eyes just like your album cover, niggaYou the king of New York? Beg your pardonThe king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem (2Pac)Don’t be like Ja Rule mimicking himOr we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor againWho Bishop against? None of y’allYou avoid juiceFake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy QGonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shitYou set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shitHollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shitYou say you sick? I cough over that shitWho want this?I’m targeting you, calling your crewWho see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with youHomie it’s trueBut you know what? I ain’t gonna namedrop y’all to deathCause Hova’s team is the only Jay Rock we respectNew York, no beef, just lyrical warfareI heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeahI’m at the window like Malcolm looking at y’all scaredYou at your internet window, you saying I’m soft, where? (where?)You love my city, keep it accurate, dawgStolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars?Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawgA good kid turned the mad city after him y’allPlus the girl you was rumored with is outta New YorkI guarantee his lady go gaga over this songI aim for the soul with them bars, I won’t spare itI’m just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear usSo if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, blessVampire with the bars, I’mma find y’all nextKilling everybody, you can cosign those betsYou shot and got a quick return like the IRSBetter than you, said it back in twenty ten thoughPolic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolkMighty with the sword, Ninja GaidenIt’s shockin how I held back and came at ‘em full forceRemember Raiden (yeah)Let’s bet on the next threat, new cess nextYou struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpressTelling you right now, don’t talk around meCause out west you couldn’t picture getting hit like a papparazziBlack apple, I’m ready to set it offComing for the bank, who ready to play] the God?While I’m busting open doors everybody on the floorPut the money in the bags, don’t ring any alarmsI’m taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the songAin’t no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher WallacePut it on the blogs for the frauds, make a responseI’ll be here with the rest of my city holding the fortReality gonna show him that I’m rawBut can he get cancelled with his *****? That’s Khloe and Lamar[Outro]Let’s have it, lets have some fun, you knowYou wanted to have some fun? Well, let’s do that thenYou know, make sure y’all readyCause clearly we’re ready over hereYou knowNah, *****, I got another verseI bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another churchTwo arts and mouseI’d rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of GarveyShadowbox with Ali, postin up BarkleyHypnotize…
