Duck on the Mic Lyrics

Yo it's the Duck on the mic

Bout to fuck all night

Gonna get nightmares

Scare the neighbours alight

Yeah I'm alright

Talking bout trauma to the homies

They know what it all means

To rise high with low self-esteem

I'm honestly living the dream

DuckTastix entering the scene

You could call it obscene

With how lo co

I ro- in my locomotive

You don't know my motive

Try and gain my focus

Realise I'm on the grind

Got the bag on my mind

The sublime

Yeah I'm back on it

Dollar signs and profit

Predicting the future

You're calling me a prophet

Walkin back home from school

All I could do is rule

The path

The funk would make ya drool

You gotta understand

The width this path spanned

I did impress her, Well baby now i'm the oppressor

Walking on down, best to keep your thoughts intact

Cuz I ain't gonna tolerate abstract

Yeah that's a fact

How you act is gonna leave your ass attacked

The intelligence you lacked

I hope this lesson stays intact

Cuz my fist plus you leaves your ass subtract

I ain't got no flow

I gotta see where this rhythm will go

Soon we'll know

Whether I shine

Or I hit the pavement

Is that a phonetical statement?

I ain't got no replacement

Gonna get better engagement

Your dream bitch is my attainment

Consider my spit your repayment

Leave you in amazement

To see me fall, you better be patient

Yo it's the Duck on the mic

Bout to fuck all night

Gonna get nightmares

Scare the neighbours alight

Yeah I'm alright

Talking bout trauma to the homies

They know what it all means

To rise high with low self-esteem

Trauma Dump

Your girl and I hump

Thinking bout Joey and Brae

We gonna double jump

Let's digress

Nevertheless

When you mess with me

Huh, well I'm flexing finesse

DuckTastix isn't just a name it's a mindset

I'm always evolving I don't have my mind set

I'm not at my peak I haven't arrived yet

But I'm on my way, sights set

To be the very best

I'm not defined yet

I won't settle for less

The gold I'll find it

Jacked up

Gotta get the back up

Engine's all cracked up

Is this car always

Gonna act up

Open up the pickle jar

I ain't going far

Smash Mouth, all-star

Acting real bizarre

Savouring the trips, drive till I'm numb,

Connecting to the essence, where all songs are sung.

Nourishing my being, in this sacred affair,

The big red holden commodore, an answer to prayer.

In this elevated state, I'm blessed to be,

Connected to the universe, the food sets me free.

With every bite, my soul takes flight,

In a Dominos State of Mind, my appetite finds delight.

I'm Gonna flatten you son

Got bare tires

you got a flat in one

I gotta thank Baxter son

He's producing some

Straight fire son

Gonna get that grammy mum

I'm gonna crush your hopes and dreams

If you think you're the crop, I'm the cream

Burning them down as if I don't care at all

You "mist" your target like an aerosol