[Mikey Rocks:]
Yo, check it
I'm a real dude
With real problems, real issues
I live life just like you do
I eat food
Stayed up late nights grindin to the tissue
Grandpa gone but God I'm still With you
I guess death is just another form of rest
But, nonetheless
I ain't in no rush
To be another body layin on the corners desk
I'm fresh to death
Well I ain't really tryna be that fresh
On this rap tip, he clips you next
So you on deck?
Be calm
Yo, how am I supposed to be calm
When I'm, tired of being on deck like Tony Hawk
And I grind the same so niggas is all talk
I feel like I'm gettin strangled by angel halos
Ironic, I know it is
The chronic for older kids
Hooked on phonics, ebonics is for the slower kids
Time provided I'll show you just what a poet is
I know what it is yo
See I'm angel hat high while you grade polo
And I still go deeper than most
I kick rhymes with a steel toe
Reason to boast
Keep my head above water man keep it afloat
And if I start sinking I know
I got a couple niggas with me in my boat
Shoot three at my head, homie
Man before it's all said
They gone give you foreign exchange just like Fez
No Eric, no Red, no Donna, no Kelso
This ain't that kinda show
So, while you was hanging out
Down the street
Doin the same old thing that you did last week
I was off inside the lab augmenting my speech
And all you haters do is sleep
Ya'll could rest in peace
Peace.
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