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miners - founding fathers (feat. rufio) lyrics

[verse 1: quick mick]
on this beat gotta start by getting this off my mind
put this out in the open nothing to hide behind
people ask me, “quick mick where’d you get your name from?”
it’s an omage, classic rappers like sl!ck rick
been their since day one
unlike them i carry a privilege i’d be wrong to ignore
white in the burbs, while they accumulate
cuts and scars and sores and more
so before i start up again more goofs or gaffs or laughs (ha ha ha)
we believe that black lives matter
if you don’t, turn off this track (ok, go)
let’s not forget how far we done came
from an offbeat disstrack to on center stage
furthest in the game like manhattan on mars
and i mean what i say, wildcat, golf cart

[verse 2: noname]
hold on, take it back to the place where it began
chillin’ in the bas+m+nt makin’ music with my friends
started as a diss
now a lifestyle outta this
we still rap ’bout diamond ores cuz miners, we don’t miss
zombie pig, zombie pig, take out my sword
villager, villager, wanting some more
pumpkin pie, pumpkin pie, got the munchies
but i got the bungees, imma jump off this cliff
no i don’t skip, i’ll still take a sniff
make like a tree, get out of here biff
hopefully you caught with that riff
clocking out, done with this shift
hold on, take it slow
don’t get trapped in the flow
if you listen to our stuff you best be in the know
be apart of the movement, all for that bro
educate yourself so others you can show
[interlude: prospect, noname, & quick mick]
hol’ up, change it
uhhh, england sucks
that you tj?
uhhh not my city, your t++th are gross
you guys have dentists’?
the queen ain’t even cute
powdered wigs? more like powdered doughnuts
uhhh i approve of this message

[verse 3: rufio]
it’s the come up double upper cut to chin bottom (uh uh)
only the baddest from the slugger
mag ruf’ got em (yeah, got ’em)
haters fire shots, i just juggernaut ’em (ahh)
problems bein’ made but not paid, i’m about to solve ’em (woah)
cashin checks but none bounce like this beat do (ching ching)
prey on rappers i’mma pounce when i creep thru
eat you feed me secrete you leave you (aah)
believe you me dig it cuz miners my people (yeah yeah)

[verse 4: interstellar]
y’all are finding all the fathers, while the closest are in the making
i’m in the recipe to everything, drinking soda while i’m baking
making music in the cave, finding diamonds on the beat switch
and you know we always grindin’
all these girls i’m finna bewitch
always upset
never was ‘rona “ain’t nothin’ i bet”
go to the party and risk our lives
and some of us won’t even get to have wives
like, why you gotta risk it man?
you should increase your lifespan
instead you out with big groups spreadin’ the virus, shootin’ hoops
we back to the realness, talkin’ bout our real life
talkin’ like we act like we haven’t given up yet
rap stepfather’s, you will respect
better not be hating cuz we gettin’ the checks, yuh
[bridge: prospect]
hold on let me see what the feet do
you know me, a.k.a dr. waifu
i’ll get you some food, some orange chickens from the panda
no soda, just water
i ain’t simpin’
if you want a combo, better pack your bags
cuz i’m straight pimpin’

[interlude: prospect, noname, & quick mick]
you wanna scr+p yeh?
is that america talkin’ rubbish?
i think so
at least i can do maffs in school
without gettin’ my tallywaker shot at
you got a bl++dy orange for president

[verse 5: prospect]
i’m a business man
own private land
run a top company but i still can’t rap
yet my 401k still slap
running back like cunningham in the third half
i make jokes to satisfy the lack of estrogen in my path
denounce my oath as a slayer of the beast
and keep the ship afloat with pure heat
girls know me by my gamertag, “mr. steal your girl”
oops, my bad
you on the treadmill but i’m running laps around the competition
you just a third wheel
that pay for her and my meal

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