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shorty mic - push back lyrics

[intro: shorty mic]

ok, i see how it is man, and that’s cool
but ah, don’t be there for my success (yeah)
if you weren’t around for my struggle (that’s right)
you feel me? fake ass

[verse 1: shorty mic]

listen, go play your position dawg don’t get it twisted
i’m not out to sell my soul i’m out to make a new record
for y’all to break your neck to, snap it just like a pencil
it’s shorty mic on the track and on the instrumental
i am my own label, no need, for a record deal
i may be broke as f+ck but at least my sh+t is real
yo no co+writers, no fake homies who owe me
just make like a dandelion motherf+cker blow me
thеy say i’ll never make it i’m not dеstined for greatness
‘cause jealous faces be vomiting that verbal hatred
they know that i can rock a show with no familiar faces
but still they scrutinise my lyrics and my verbal cadence
i’ve over paid my dues, i spent my time in the trenches
if the keepers won’t open doors i’ll blow ‘em off the hinges
raw like dirty syringes, i need new names for my hit list
the scene has pushed me to far it’s time for retaliation
you gotta
[chorus: shorty mic]

push back, push back
push back, push back
(ring the alarm)
push back, push back
push back, push back
(you gotta)
push back, push back
(you gotta)
push back, push back
(ring the alarm)
(you gotta)
push back, push back
(you gotta)
push back, push back

[verse 2: shorty mic]

f+cking phoneys no peace talk i’d rather make war
at least i know where i stand no need for lines in the sand
they don’t understand i write until it cripples my hands
and give a hunned percent of me every time i spit for the fans
revenge is going to be so sweet with my success i’ma get it
if my achievements make you feel a certain way i’ma let it
yeah i said it, f+ck the scene and every hater in it
that means producers and promoters too like hurdles dawg i’m over you
they hate that i’m a veteran who spits american
because they know that i’m better than ninety percent in comparison
racial comments don’t even pierce the epidermis
what you give i take and melt your face just like a blast furnace
but they constantly be mocking me, but really they’re the mockery
y’all looking comically ‘cause i’m a prodigy
wreaking havoc on diamond beats rhymes written on diamond sheets
and i’ll be d+mned if im gonna fall victim to this hypocrisy
you gotta
[chorus: shorty mic]

[verse 3: shorty mic]

i’ve been kicked when i’m down criticised for my sound
even though that i’m ill they run my name into the ground
and they stomp it with a force hate leaking from their pores
evil grins from my peers got me feeling h+lla co+rs+
and of course they still want my support when they put
in some work and they throw me a link to their song
and i’m ‘sposed to respond with a ‘hey that was dope’
but i don’t to much respect for myself to be a joke
so i work harder and work smarter and avoid the chatter
that could penetrate my brain matter and scatter my thoughts
across multiple plains so my focus is broken
and i’m staring into the void of a blank page choking
my pen still smoking no fake sh+t, i’m wide open
every rhyme spoken’s a stepping stone to divine motion
i’m hoping for change in a game that’s so stubborn
but i’m not holding my breath this a test i won’t fold
i gotta
[chorus: shorty mic]

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