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shorty mic - bite my steel lyrics

[intro: ice+t speaking]

when i started rapping you had to be very held accountable for everything you said
like, you couldn’t really rap about stuff that wasn’t real you know
all the years that i’ve rapped if you was lying somebody would sn+tch you off the stage you know
you’re not capable of doing that ‘cause you have to be on the streets day in and day out
you have to back up what you say

[verse 1: shorty mic]

yo i’m back motherf+cker on that gangsta sh+t (gangster sh+t)
the type of sh+t that make you pull that gat and blast and sh+t (blast and sh+t)
i bless the mic when i spit i’m a hip hop priest
say ten hail mary’s make your foes rest in peace (rest in p+ss)
nothing but fakе sh+t from the mouths of these
emcees i’m a bеast banging on these keys (i’m a beast)
k!lling these suckers slow like the aids disease
i feel appeased when i hear some real sh+t on tv (for real)
motherf+ckers ask why, i rap like this
‘cause i’m a white boy with a dope sound so thuggish
i never back down from those who oppose me
i rap savage never catch me slipping like them hoes be (never)
gotta keep it tight ‘cause there’s no room for error
i spit bars err day i like to keep my mind clever
shorty mic fail never, yo my haters keep me motivated
most rappers are overrated clearly i’m underestimated
[chorus: shorty mic]

they wanna see me cuffed up
see me locked up
see me shot up
see me f+cked up, why?
‘cause i’m way to ill
they deny my sk!ll
homie you just ain’t real
so sucker bite my steel

[verse 2: shorty mic]

yeah, mechanical movement from the wrist as i write my hits
i shadow over like a solar eclipse
tell me, why you rap about guns and clips
when really homie you, really ain’t about that sh+t (you ain’t ‘bout that)
i know i write plenty songs about wack emcees
but look at rap today wack is something we don’t need (yeah)
so many motherf+ckers are dripping with wack juice
i’ma take em down a notch and sever them at the knees (haha)
tell me what’s worse a real rapper getting nowhere?
or a wack rapper becoming a millionaire? (tell me)
i can’t choose between em the decisions making me nauseous
all i know is my sh+t be louder than a pack of galloping horses
i’m cautious now about who i chill with
who i speak to and even choosing my main b+tch (uh)
real eyes, realise, real lies
a little something to remember to keep your ass alive
come on
[chorus: shorty mic]

they wanna see me cuffed up
see me locked up
see me shot up
see me f+cked up, why?
‘cause i’m way to ill
they deny my sk!ll
homie you just ain’t real
so sucker bite my steel

[verse 3: shorty mic]

i got a tight flow tighter than tight ropes when i spit slow
and when i spit fast you know i’m iller than most (iller than most)
my sh+t bang from coast to coast i’m omnipresent
it’s like the clouds parted and sent a dependent from heaven (i’m here)
to fix the balance of hip hop and separate the wack from the real
i’m harder than titanium steel (yeah)
most rappers flows are sloppy just like baby meals
my poetry go deeper than the navy seals (so deep)
suckers hear my sh+t and want to physical
it’s pitiful when emcees can’t handle an unpredictable
poet, educated individual, lyrically
complex to the point you can’t reach my stature (you can’t)
it’s fact that these actors need to be smacked up
for talking hard but really ain’t about that life
i can’t afford to be seen messing around with charlatans
at the sight danger who shake more than parkinson’s
[chorus: shorty mic]

they wanna see me cuffed up
see me locked up
see me shot up
see me f+cked up, why?
‘cause i’m way to ill
they deny my sk!ll
homie you just ain’t real
so sucker bite my steel
they wanna see me cuffed up
see me locked up
see me shot up
see me f+cked up, why?
‘cause i’m way to ill
they deny my sk!ll
homie you just ain’t real
so sucker bite my steel

- shorty mic lyrics

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