Mikkey Halsted - Salmon Crouquettes lyrics

rate me

I’m still wee tined out, still my denim selfish

My broad is feeling couture, still allergic to shellfish

But we don’t draw with crabs, we don’t fuck with suckers

I jumped out the barrel…

I ran with the folks, we ward against the brothers…was happy we killing each other

Burry too many, carry many as pallbearers

Watching…the Devil, may we all perish

Please listen to my demo, momma maid a lil’ money stretched like a limo

Now it’s strictly business out in Venice, trick in Spanish

Most my homies was old dogs, could’ve been the menace

Witness murder, pimps and prostitution

I never took the stand but still I faced the prosecution

Taking penitentiary chances tryna get to cheddar

Our sisters forced to be the soldiers, coldest winter ever

This here is salmon croquettes, y’all

We live the life of hustlers, we talk the talk of kings

Still in tune with the language and anguish of the fiends

The preacher mass perverted, the politician schemes

It’s all smoke and mirrors, it’s never what it seems

I represent the ghetto, senator of the slums

The same land Larry Hoover ran his round from

I never let it define, oh, what I could become

My daddy died, I seen him resurrected through my son

Now momma tryna get her groove back

But ain’t a nigga living that could buckle daddy goose traps

Even though he was chasing demons, he was still a…what’s the reason

He always said can get no answers till you know the questions

Can get no proper over standing till you know the lessons

Why you think I got my Bible and my Smith and Wesson

I thank God for this meal, it’s time to say your blessings

This here is salmon croquettes, y’all

Listen, from where we can’t afford to sleep, that’s why we never dream

And I’m invented some shit that y’all ain’t never seen

The tracks to match the words I write, I light the kerosene

The mic’s the cotton filled bottle that quickly glows the scene

It’s time to get up off the sidelines and quit the team

The Vatican City devils are the Elohims

I say I’m Israel, the people don’t know what I mean

They all wanna be…

I’m in the belly tryna duck the places made for crooks

Smoking like Ethiopians blowing on that ancient kush

Push my agenda to the masses praying they see the truth

Through their poverty tinted glasses

As I open the scrolls of the Dead Sea

Then drag the people in kicking and screaming like Jet Li

I'm jet-skiing on the water on your brain

Open your third eye, just don't maintain

This here is salmon croquettes, y’all