MS. ONE - 2 MC's lyrics

rate me

Listen, uh

Lights, camera, I'm so nice like polite manners

Flow's nice as soon as I touch the mic handle

Uh, the gun blam, it'll leave a murder scene

The son of Sam of Hip Hop, I murder everything

I'm from the city where niggas is aping, ain't shit

Niggas guerrilla, get you for your bathing ape kicks

Uh, pray shit, they say I'm Hollywood

I tape flicks and sign autographs on babe's tits

Uh, I can't sleep, I'm on the grind, I'm hungry

Take a risk, put it all on the line like laundry

You can't call me and try to harm me

I'll make you a dead man walking like zombies

Like "Mike" in "Thriller", my rhyme sketch

Is like a movie scene, I fight the villain

Hah, back on board, game fell off track

So I put it back on court, yeah

A lot of pressure building up in my chest plate

Niggas begging for the album, said they can't wait

You hear the rumours dog, I like to call it bait

My fam on the horn asking bout my mind state

The mind's great, I'm sharper than I ever been

I'm on the beach overseas sipping Serafin

Ain't no need for you to question if I ever been

Homie from the bottom that you learn to ascend

I transcend any clique, rap's Agent Zero

I was last when they picked, now prepare for it

I don't cry over milk spilt

Place my fitted on tilt and keep stepping like a champ

The prize winner, the victor

Leading man posing in your girl's pictures, get yours

I'm out here doing the same

Got my mind on the money, I don't need the fame, ya dig?