I think it's time i be real...no more heaters and nines cuz that aint me...im puttin my nine back on the shelf...and im introducin ya;ll to Mike Morris...
mikez
My name is Mike Morris.....You've probably seen my old pages or known me as "Xquizit1" ...im the more grown and elevevated part of him and i just kick the hot shit.
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YA’LL TRYNA BE…EMCEES BUT U LYIN TO ME….
TALKIN FAKE TALK JUST CHOOSIN TO LIE IN DEBREE…
YA CHANCES OF SUCCEEDIN IS LOOKER BLEEKER THAN REASONS…
THAT U GIVE YO THE JUDGE WHEN U TRY TO STAY OUT A PRISON..
U DA FAKE TYPE AINT YOU…LIKE TAKIN A LIFE MAKE YOU…
SOME KINDA FUCKIN MACHINE BUT LYRICALLY MAKE MIKE BREAK YOU….
IM IN SHAPE LIKE ANGLES….SO IF U WANNA COME TANGLE…
PUT THE NOOSE AROUND YA ANKLE AND GET THE PADDLE AND SPANK YOU…
YA’LL NIGGAZ IS LION SO I GUESS I GOTTA TAME YOU…
THE PAIN IS WHAT I BRING YOU…HOMIE I AINT GOTTA BANG AT YOU…
SO MANY DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES FROM ME A FAMOUS DUDE…
I COULD DISS YOU TALKIN PROPER OR KICKIN SLANG WITH YOU…
DON’T GET IT TWISTED AND TRY AND GET ME TO SLANG WITH YOU…
CUZ I’LL HAVE U IN THE DIRT AND LET THE FUCKIN MAGGOTS SING TO YOU…
NIGGA ALWAYS QUESTIONIN SHOULD I EVEN BE MADE TO DO….
THE THINGS THAT I DO WHEN I MAKE U FEEL LIKE A BRAINLESS DUDE….
HOOK
WHAT U WANNA DO….WHAT-U WANNA DO….
WANNA COME AT ME IM A CRUSH A BUNCH OF FOOL…
U NOT A…OBSTACLE TO ME NOPE HOMIE IM STOPPIN YOU…
WHAT U WANNA DO/////
IM LIVID….AND IM LIVIN MY LIFE IN CONSISTENT RHYTHM…
AND MY WORLD IS A PRISM…WHILE THE REST OF YOU LIVE IN PRISON…
THE GIFT THAT I WAS GIVIN WAS OBVIOUSLY TO SPIT IT..
THRU THE WIRE OR THRU THE CABLE EITHER WAY I MAKIN MILLIONS…
SO MANY COWARDS RUN AWAY WHEN I GIVE EM DA BUSINESS…
AND THE WAY THAT IM RHYMIN I THINK THAT I SHOULD BE ON RITLIN..
MY SHIT IS TO DAMN VICIOUS AND U BECOME A VICTIM…
OF MY SAVAGE ATTACKS ON YOU BITCHES IF U TRYNA GET IT…
MY NIGGAZ IS ON BLOCKS….THE TRIGGAZ THAT’S ON GLOCKS…
GET SQUEEZED….ER DAY IF U THINKIN U HARD KNOCK…
NO I DON’T SQUEEZE NINES…I CHOOSE TO KEEP MINE…
ON THE SHELF WHERE I PUT MY PAST IN THESE TIMES…
IM HERE TO STRIKE FEAR…APPEAR IN THESE MINDS…
SEE TO IT THEY MIND WHAT I SAY WHEN I SPEAK MINE…
I MAKE SONGS FOR NIGGAZ WHO FEEL LIKE HEARIN DA REAL…
ONLY GONNA GIVE U SOME SHIT U CAN FEEL…..U FEEL ME
HOOK
WHAT U WANNA DO….WHAT-U WANNA DO….
WANNA COME AT ME IM A CRUSH A BUNCH OF FOOL…
U NOT A…OBSTACLE TO ME NOPE HOMIE IM STOPPIN YOU…
WHAT U WANNA DO/////
LET ME HIT U WITH ANOTHER ONE…A RHYME FROM MY MOTHERS SON…
I SPIT AND U THINKIN THAT IM PORBABLY THE GUTTA ONE…
THIS FOR MY NIGGAZ WHO’S TOLD TO NEVER GET HOPES UP…
ALL OF MY HOMIES SCAVENGIN CHANGE FROM UNDER DA SOFA…
MY REAL NIGGAZ….BAD GRADES GOTTA GET A DEAL NIGGA…
OR PLAY BALL CUZ IF I DON’T I’LL PROLLY GET KILLED NIGGAZ…
HOLLYWOOD SKILLED NIGGA…THEY PRODUCT IS ILL NIGGA..
BUT WHEN IT ALL HITS REALITY THEY PROBLEMS IS REAL BIGGA…
HOMIE ON THE BLOCK WITH THE DUCE IN HIS TIMB BOOT…
LOOKIN FOR A WAY AND TO STAY OUT AINT SIMPLE…
MY BROKE NIGGAZ…PLAYSTATION 2 IS A JOKE NIGGAZ…
APROACH NIGGAZ…THE WRONG WAY YOU PROLLY GET SMOKED NIGGAZ..
FAKE NIGGAZ…TURN THE VOLUME DOWN CUZ THIS AINT YOU…
HATE YOU…HOMIE TO ME YOU NOTHIN BUT APE FOOD…
I’LL BREAK YOU…GIVE YA BONES UP ON A PLATE DUDE…
I’LL TAKE YOU….TO MY REAL NIGGAZ THEY CAN REPLACE YOU…
