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mic-gossip - still shady (freestyle) lyrics

(verse1:mic-gossip)
west side you know me d-mn sh-t i’m good
i blow stacks up in the air benjamins all them glued
she ain’t know clue where the south wanna ball with the greatest
all the c-m in your mouth star bj you the bestest
can’t get in enough no jcole
pause up the roll call
so gather around me i’m not lebron i dont ball
like shhh! dont go back let trumpets blow we off track
when all fails i dont illuminati sh-t we off that
she stuck on me like kim k
tackles me like kobe
teflon don like rozay
rap game in the streets cracking heads liking em’
i was born to be a hitmaker hitting on the kenyan waves
africa spreadin’ over like hiv disease
i dont give d-mn what they chitchatin’ all bout
raptherapist coz my flow speaks in and out
wake up in the morning what i think about is g.o.d
underground d.o.g daadab refugee
tellin’ all my haters i’m higher than the ceiling
maybach over me i’m so appealin’
c0ke dope crack smack i’m so alarming
f-cking with me wrong on my back is my army
i murder you off then i hit the first lane
gossip high than thee klm plane
who gonna stop me fresh like tony
chemistry’s gonna blow i’m so atomic
michael jay remember that day? flying over california,miami,la
i spit fire on the mic emma dragons den
lyrical takeover check 2,1,10
in his game emma beast superbly insane
burning the midnight oil with my sheet and pen
cool and collected with my swag i dont mean no harm
raptherapist flashy clad lad in a tw-ng
emma lyrical prowess m-th-rf-ckin’ d-mn
who maintains the sky is the limit to rise to fame
in this game you can say that you better than me
but on the streets you can’t crack as many heads as me
i take beef seriously i’d rather beat you on the mic
than let you battle me with rhymes you wrote last night
those battles in the park you can save that for the 80’s
you were there when the whole crew tried to degrade me
gimme your album and run to the store and sell it back
i’ll flatten your frame and use your body as a golden mat
i mw-ngemi this n-ggas then mwabili the streets
ohh men i get paid just talk over beats
emma world animal eager to break the lock
your b-tch wasn’t asian but she came from bangkok
trips to asia hotel lobby
f-ck’em they tryna hold me down do they know me?
city life no more heaven getaways
i heard that they call you a shooting star by the way
i give you good good lovin’ like the good musoc golden child
you my khalifa so taylor gang me
yeezy on my feet p-ssy on my d-ck
mani on the beat gossip with the fl!ck
ahh i heard a closed door meeting with the p.m
talkin’ bout how we can give kenya a new name
except he was talkin’ bout the new fame
presidential escorts jonny walker and champagne
my name is gossip i ain’t tryin’ to stunt
you p-ssy n-ggas deported i ain’t f-ckin’ with c-nts
my whole track recorded i still need my fans

- mic gossip lyrics

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