MIKE, Jesse Brotter, JohnNY U. - vegetables lyrics
[MIKE, Jesse Brotter, JohnNY U. - vegetables lyrics]
It's either you fam you food
It's only my mans in the room
I do this dance for the sun
With both of my hands on the moon
Alotta you niggas is trash
I guess I'm extending the broom
I did this work all alone
Please stop pretending it's you
I spent some days in my room
So I could present this to youth
My boys need a ring this year
I need a letterman too
Youngest in the game right now
But i'm making veteran moves
I need that guaca right now
Smellin' like Mexican food
Fuck I just said food twice
Boy i'm a star in the blue night
Boy imma bar if the mood right
Noisey my bars when the tune hype
You spitting but you ain't really move MIKE
When you on stage you don't move mics
MIKE-y set the mood right with food twice
Far out gimme two slices
Who's nice as this? who writes like this?
You paid his dues on used
Mics or slightly preowned
Rightly he owns all the steaks
Y'all fight for meat bones
Write and rewrite rhymes the reflex time is
Tight like ice to knee bones
I just said bones twice
Roll this track like pit's to Old Spice
Golden flow just pissed and missed the bowl
Mister old guy
Fists of coal hot furnace burnin might
Preach a sermon on demon worship
This evil wordsmith will have
You askin fore you
Open that trap go to spittin that rap
Is it even worth it?
It's only my mans in the room
I do this dance for the sun
With both of my hands on the moon
Alotta you niggas is trash
I guess I'm extending the broom
I did this work all alone
Please stop pretending it's you
I spent some days in my room
So I could present this to youth
My boys need a ring this year
I need a letterman too
Youngest in the game right now
But i'm making veteran moves
I need that guaca right now
Smellin' like Mexican food
Fuck I just said food twice
Boy i'm a star in the blue night
Boy imma bar if the mood right
Noisey my bars when the tune hype
You spitting but you ain't really move MIKE
When you on stage you don't move mics
MIKE-y set the mood right with food twice
Far out gimme two slices
Who's nice as this? who writes like this?
You paid his dues on used
Mics or slightly preowned
Rightly he owns all the steaks
Y'all fight for meat bones
Write and rewrite rhymes the reflex time is
Tight like ice to knee bones
I just said bones twice
Roll this track like pit's to Old Spice
Golden flow just pissed and missed the bowl
Mister old guy
Fists of coal hot furnace burnin might
Preach a sermon on demon worship
This evil wordsmith will have
You askin fore you
Open that trap go to spittin that rap
Is it even worth it?