Artist: Mike G f/ Alexander Spit, Cashius Green, Speak Album: Verses (Mixtape) Song: Savion Glover Typed by: @OHHLAdotcom [Alexander Spit] Yeah~! I'm writin this from a mansion in Santa Monica yeah And I'm on the roof, almost famous, yellin Geronimo - ay! So I'll be Clyde and you'll be Bonnie today Living up that higher level healings 'til them shamans relate Okay I'm top shelf but new fit, my shades John Belushi Blues Brother, crews hover in a Honda hooptie Booty on my lap softer than a chocolate soufflé Body like a poem I swear to God I got his crew 'fraid Soup bread and muddy on this table of fire Looking like VHS playbacks of +Dangerous Minds+ We got an opus from Caleb, yeah that's my favorite kind With a slow copper tryin to get us, that's my favorite swine So next time you see me out in New York, New York Just throw that peace sign up at me like I'm Too $hort, Too $hort I'm tappin on the beat wearin penny loafer cleats Jammin oxygen tracks and now that metaphor complete [Cashius Green] Uhh (SPIT) Ginwuine "Pony" playin I just hit the stogie It be days like these when a nigga think balogna I don't eat it, yeah you know you can't repeat it This girl got me chain smokin her pussy, so conceited And I ain't tryin to fight the case, I'm just tryin to beat it Even {?} like Handiman, and two weeks later semen I got a demon, I don't teach 'em, kill the leaders, don't bruise me Adidas And burn up every single Madea tape in the Red Box Smoking wax by the dreadlocks If you live by the rules, then number one be a head shot Nigga you bett' not, before I cop a cot And Russell Brand your momma with the cocaine crops Who tryin to watch me? Who tryin to spot me? Turn this motherfucking house into a lobby In a 'Rari, who gon' stop me? I'm already on E that's money makin Muhammad Ali [Speak] Uh, I wanna ball like a young Paul Wall (whoa) I wanna drink like an old Scott Hall (ho) So, Roald Dahl if you got the Giant Peach Momma didn't mean to reach, now I'm slurrin with my speech I'm a (POSE) though them hookers keep moist I came up out the void, had a couple hundred joys And all I wanna shoot is who don't wanna be them boys Got some groupies on my loins but I wouldn't share a coin with a bitch, who was pantie-less, kiss her with my Henny lips Cut a couple corners get her naked then I penny pinch Nipples like a crawfish, anime and bondage I could break your heart quicker than I break a promise Honest, injun, firewater, paleface The worlds evil, better start sayin grace Young hoes try fishin with the jail bait You'll never catch this wahel on yo' dinner plate [Mike G] Aiyyo what use is a plane if you have no one to fly it? Push hands from over my eyelids, I try it, to make 'em riot Say who's something I bet they never thought I'd be inside it So hot, my Aviators have me fly-er than your pilot You perfect it and then buy it; and if I sold drugs I could keep it on the low so nobody would know But my connect in my client, so at times move in silence This is like buried treasure, metal detectors probably find it Run a race what do you wonder? Riders for the runners Don't rush but told my brother I'd be rich by next summer Cause in my mind there's no waitin for time In this ravenous, impatient rest haven of mine A Bob Marley in his prime, s'only like one and only You have step in, I'm a hardcore legend like Michael Foley Going slowly, even locked in a cell you couldn't hold me Takes practice, get it mastered, with this flow and I'm a pro see?