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Mikey Stylez
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You know the thing about hitting rock bottom
The only way to go is up
I don't know how this happened or how I became a rapper
People looking at me crazy I just look back with laughter
Maybe it's actually a blessing it just looks like disaster
Maybe it's all the grand finale for my life's final chapter but man
I love rapping I guess it's always been a part of me
Putting poetry in harmony saying everything that I want to say
Now I'm using it as a tool to deal with everything that's hard on me
Shit it's what's keeping me sane well at least partially
It's not really my thing to speak on money and bitches
Cause how I make it and who I'm with is none of your business
You don't want it with this boy I could out rap your gift list
The only time that I get feelings is when it's schedule with the dentist
I'm on the mic with a vengeance and I have violent intentions
I'll use my rhymes as my weapons I'll make a knife out a sentence
I know a lot of times I use your wack rap as a reference but I'm hungry
So when I eat I'm coming right back for seconds
Cause to me they look like actors doing rapper impressions
But since I picked up the mic it's like they're all second guessing
But desperate times will always call for desperate measures
The only way that you can play me is if you're jamming my records
When I hear drums and percussion my thoughts erupt like volcanoes
Am I on a level you can't go? You decide like a baked potato
I'm a fallen angel and the booth's where I let all my pain go
Insane cause my brains like a pile of play doh
I damn sure lost my mind now I can rhyme with ease
I get to crossing my I's and now I'm dotting my T's
Turn to a rapper like David Banner my shirt's splitting the seams
And I get to smashing shit when I spit sixteens
And I'm a probably be this way till I'm done and deceased
I have no fucks left to give and there won't be none that I need
But before I leave I'm a show these rappers they're not in my league
Since they found I'm a nice emcee they looking at me like I have covid nineteen and I just sneezed
Sorry, I'm fine chill it's just a little dusty in here
So please relax you don't have to lose it
It's not really dusty in here I'm just allergic to your bullshit
I'm in the same category Freddy Jason and Michael live
My head will keep filling up with rhymes till my skull splits
You're in for disappointment trying to block my plans or stop my fans
You cross me and I'll rock your ass
On the mic I get more savage than Macho Man
So please save that rap beef for the taco stand
I'm not you're friend cause you the type that I don't like
The way I sound on mic's I'll run around you twice
At night I jot my thoughts down in candle light
And I would still be hot if I was drowned in ice
You a rapper with no hits you're going out on strikes
Posing in pics hoping you can get a thousand likes
I doubt you'll ever lyrically achieve or reach my height
So I'm a give you my two cents like sound and sight
When I decide to pull the pin out better evacuate soon
Cause it ain't the kind that you write with it's from a hand grenade fool
So go ahead and call me out that'll give me something to do
Like a crip at the end of the day I'm coming up out the blue
I'm letting everything out when I step in the booth
Pac said that they going to hate you for whatever you do
Like a piece of machinery I've been used and abused
I think I have quite a few of my screws loose
Now here's my chance to be petty better have that white flag ready
If I wasn't picking up the mic I'd probably pick up machetes
I'm trying to keep my cool but Mikey Stylez won't let me
The bars I'm coming with heavy like four hundred dollars in pennies
I'm pressing one foot on the gas and one foot on they neck
Applying pressure cause these ain't the type of emcees I respect
And this is just the beginning you ain't seen shit yet
Just wait till what's coming next cause this was just a quick flex yea