HEAVENLY B-DAY (FREESTYLE) ft. MIC CHECK 1 TWO Lyrics

Man, that shit loud as fuck

Yo, turn me down somethin'

I don't hear a shit what he sayin'

Yo, turn me down somethin'. Yo, turn me down

Turn me down, down, down

All the way down

Right

Yeah, I'm off and distorted

Off the course of what's goin' on in the world

This motherfuckin' mic checkin' LO

Tryin' to do this shit from the motherfuckin' dungeon

Got the motherfuckin' dragons lookin' like, hello

And we smokin' puffin' on that Dayton green

You knowin' how it is, introduce my team

I roll with a lot of thug niggas and a lot of no good for nothin'

A lot of good for somethin's and a lot of husbands

These niggas always wifed up

Talkin' bout what they gon' do in life

Cause where they at now ain't poppin'

Shit ain't hoppin'

But get like me, get froggin' in the toboggan

Jaw droppin'

And keep that shit hoppin'

Shit

Chillin' with my best friend, not on the worst way

But thank God, got to see another birthday

Hoes in the socks, it be hoes in the block

Backyards be money

I got to come through with loads of the rocks or the bricks

Back to days when I wasn't movin' bricks

But old by old, I guess I got it through the zips

It's quick

We over here with zip drives and the flashes

Tryin' to get our shit high to the masses

Provide this shit to be fly

We just splash this on the canvas

This the art

It's the picture

Paintin' somethin' heavily

Hopefully forever we see the better days

Yo, we're on every seas

Ridin' in the boats

Fly, we afloat

Inside the private jets

Feelin' like it's the smoke

Mount High Club dope

And not up on the blocks

Like I said, over here we exposin' with the rocks

Fireworks get popped

After the fourth, we over here on the track

They passin' the torch

People that's blazin' them buzz

Grasses and swords

Sayin' it can't be in the Olympics

But I don't really get it

Shit, just hit it and be faster than ever

So whoever get the medal, you will know that you better

Yeah

And I'm better than ever

I'm always cold, so I carry a sweater

Nah, I ain't Carlton, nigga

I hit him with the balls

Hit him with these bars and then watch him fall

Nigga, I do it all

Don't even stop it

Tryin' to do what I do

You can't even cop it

Tryin' to get to the fuckin' spot

Tryin' to do it how I do it

But you ain't gotta not

And then they keep goin' in and out

Keep fuckin' me up

But I'ma do it like this when I hit the blunt

Cause when I get juiced up, niggas really don't wanna see it

I come from the city where niggas just tryin' to be

Shit

Tryin' to make it, but never ever will

But never ever will because niggas is like, we out here naked

Always by ourself, though

Hit the blunt so I can get my self flow

And maybe that shit might work, but the way I'm doin' it now, nigga, that shit ain't

Yeah, I'ma tell you the truth

That the blunt is a fluke

It's a hole right there

So I'ma call it a fluke

But that's a different instrument

That I guess we just blow on

Shit, tryin' to get high and make another blow song

But it ain't Devin the Dude

Whatever we do

Shit, I'm tryin' to better the crew

Whatever with you will better the view

This Pence house is skyscrapers

Like you said, man, we tryin' to just provide paper

Call it lumber mills

So I keep it real

Gotta be the ones over here

We never squeal, but we dealin' on big parts

Gettin' them contracts

Makin' sure we got the shit to spark in the combat

My thrax don't come sent in the envelope

I'm pushin' it

Like I said, everything that we send is dope

Package it up

You was tellin' me about the bus

That's some different shit

Engineering, that's between us

And sad jokes

I'm over here high and I smoke

I think about back in the days

They was ridin' them spokes

This Dayton's 100

And that's what we gotta keep it

Gotta see through that bullshit

Even though they believe it

Me is the ones with you

The synergy, gotta make it

Go for 100

The centuries

Simply we see through it

A divineness

Gotta do what he do

We gotta rhyme with it

Yeah

And back again

Always the one messin' up the flow

Eyes closed

Try to get some shit out my soul

Tryin' to spit through the mic of what I really feelin'

Try to get some shit together with my team

Start buildin'

Break down buildings

Fuck how you feelin'

Come through with the mic

Check shit and make a million

Distributin' all my portions

Niggas wanna talk shit

Babies have abortions

Babies

Babies is the crazy ones

Do it how I do it, baby

I'm the lazy one

I'm tryin' to make motherfuckers the shit

While I sit back and make my fuckin' grip off it

Cuz, uh, cut me to the percent

Cut me to the shit

Sew me to the..

Ah, fuckin' shit

Ah, nigga

Yo

They had us on the shit

And I might have had one too many

But I never give up

I never split the things before I split the blood

And I never count my weed before I fuckin' roll it

These niggas talkin' shit

But watch me control it

Mic check

Got the checks out

Show me where the cash at

Nah, show me where the checks at

Cuz I'll show you where the reps at

And I'll show you where the motherfuckin' sets at

Gangsta niggas always behind me

Niggas tryin' to find me

Niggas tryin' to hype me up

Start rhymin'

But, nigga, this ain't me

A nigga make the beat

A nigga sit back, smoke trees

That's all I wanna be

That nigga in the background

With the sack now

With a motherfuckin' big-ass stack now

Pocket so big

Think I got hips

And niggas wanna talk shit

I pop em' in they lips

Cuz a nigga like me from the D.Y.T

Ain't never gave it up to a nigga who ain't me

And if I see me in person, I might pop em'

Cuz I can't see another real nigga better than me

I got em'

And I'm really gon' catch em' lackin'

That'll be your twin

So, I hope you had your back in

You and him would talk it out

It won't be about that action

We was drinkin'

But that shit'll be platinum

Mix this shit up

Chop it and flip it

Remix it

Food for thoughts

It was omelets who thought of this shit

Cookin' on the eggs over here

Both with the dreads

Spittin' the shit off of the dome

It's off the head

When we get in the game, tear it down to shreds

I should've put the shit over there, but it's in the red

Zoom in

And we gotta be improving

Bigger places and spaces we move in

Gotta check on the work

It's like the union

Man, I remember me and you was tuned in

On the Saturday mornings, it was the tunes then

Bugs Bunny tryin' to holla at the docs

Now they over here tryin' to give us money

Cuz we the docs with the medicine

Gettin' the cheddar in bed

When it's leavin' from the doc, that's the yachts

And we plottin' to be a top

Tryin' to get a mansion

Me and you will have a better spot

Not spot, but 101 Dalmatians

That's why we over here

I'm tryin' to make the sound patient and humble

Down to earth

I ain't gotta clown these jerks

But I really know we been on that block with pounds of perp

Sounds we skirt

Ain't got no SRTs

But be the ones that get the mic and rock the party

Handle the beef like you said

And ain't no RBs

Have a motherfucker roll in these homes

That's RVs, huh

Winner bagels

You ain't a winner

Your bagels

Tryin' to be the one to give them that food without bagels

It's the morning

Over here performin'

Sunny days and rainy

Over here it's stormin'

Havin' all the weathers in the same sense

The valley

Sometimes I get the munchies

Hit the rallies

Through the alley

Shit

Smile

We seen another year

Over here, like you said, smokin'

It is clear

Tryin' to get a layer that we can steer

The pilot

Me and you just sittin' back on that fly shit

Really

Tryin' to find it

Higher frequencies

Believe it

It's heaven

Yeah

And I'm about to fly like TWA

I'm just a big motherfuckin' NWA

And yeah, I'm mad though

Cause I see they got class though

And they wanna treat us real fuckin' bad though

I came from the ghettos to the hood

To the motherfuckin' suburbs where it was good

Came back to see my niggas and saw the city

And say goddamn why they ain't fuckin' with me

Or none of my kind

The shit is back and it's fine

And when you sit back and find this shit

And don't make lies

Don't make shit better

Cause this shit is terrible

Living conditions

Shit I ain't gon' marry you

Motherfuckin' girl in this fucked up world

Potholes in the streets

Trash in the motherfuckin' parking lot

Cause I got a fuckin' flat tire

Cause some nigga wanna..

Throw glass instead of throw it in the trash

You probably wish you could be up on his ass for real

I can't stand it

Get on my friends with that trash shit

They call me motherfuckin' Captain Planet

Cause I don't wanna fuck up my own hood

Then I stop my homies doing that shit that's no good

But it's okay man

Cause we can do it like should

Be the ones that run this shit

For the death rows

That's no should

Sugar bears

Put it there

Sugar red

Shit we used to eat with them same cartoons

I said it was in the morning

When I talk about them old shit

Ten cities where it's storming

And people can't be waking up yawning

In the morning

Brushing they teeth

They all here crumbling the streets

Trying to dig through the trash

So I guess maybe it's cool that people throw out they food

When they driving past

But..

Nah that ain't okay

That is not okay

Okay

Cause you know

Nigga when we was little we was like

After these messages we'll be right back

Right

But now we gotta fight back

When we was little and hungry over rice snacks

The motherfuckin' niggas was fuckin'

Right that shit fire

This shit fire

Right

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