Tommy Tee, El Da Sensei, Mike Zoot - International Connects lyrics
[Tommy Tee, El Da Sensei, Mike Zoot - International Connects lyrics]
Some fictions advice nigga
I'm nice to the letter
For better og worse I cross the finish line
And find the purse first
Born the Kapricon, hit it and form
And show my ways of the force
Oral, grab the cource
Crosses jaws to I use it up vocabullary
It takes half reception to magnify my very
Detailed mail delivered straight from
The mouth piece
Shout out to the white niggas
Who don't know about this
Super sub-urb my verbal
Calistetics is pathetic mC, yo, a sinner
When I'm about to rap so ghettic
In ya head I whoop the story
Like the writer of a novel
Slip out the canned laugh
No time to agree the rubble
But instead I feed your head with the truth
No doubt
About low term confirm, no to make a mic burn
And since I'm Mike Zoot we
Get the looping dash
And with my ass and my rules
So long till last
We got the runs, rhymes, beats and all things
El Da Sens and Mike Zoot
The ill shit we bring it's like, that, this
Hit, we don't miss
BK, to the bricks on this Tommy Tee shit
You wanna beat us, a black kid
A baby born in scorn
Here's to all for the free
For all is joint in this sing along
To the king shit, legitimy
The harderst work in corners
I swear you want now, I don't know ways now
Take a chance and get on
As I storm boulevards
Run up and bomb rush for once plus
My tooth sence broken
Talking clothes to back of the bus
Drugs and dirt water, see realness in my aura
Is ambitious, so I slash performer
This tracks make me wanna just
Smoke and get loose
Tip my cup ova a fruit drink
Mix it with fruit juice
Mike Zoot the new weed guy
Hypnotate a big fry do it, wanna sell you
I know you wanna see me die
Certainify, I'm hard, not stupid
You gettin' diplomatic
Juice papers that's no approval
On a paper, type me a favour or pay the pager
Bills are cock trees and
Fill the refrigerator
Till later, like when it's done off
I wanna run off shittin'
On fake friends there are forgotten
Bless the ones that didn't
They stay fresh on my mind
Like the rhyme does written
A couple of bosses dropped out
Now I'm ready for the kickin'
El Da Sen-Sen-Sensei, oh excuse me
My name's Mike Zoot, i'm from the 90s
El Da Sen-Sen-Sensei, my name's Mike Zoot
I'm from the 90s
I'm nice to the letter
For better og worse I cross the finish line
And find the purse first
Born the Kapricon, hit it and form
And show my ways of the force
Oral, grab the cource
Crosses jaws to I use it up vocabullary
It takes half reception to magnify my very
Detailed mail delivered straight from
The mouth piece
Shout out to the white niggas
Who don't know about this
Super sub-urb my verbal
Calistetics is pathetic mC, yo, a sinner
When I'm about to rap so ghettic
In ya head I whoop the story
Like the writer of a novel
Slip out the canned laugh
No time to agree the rubble
But instead I feed your head with the truth
No doubt
About low term confirm, no to make a mic burn
And since I'm Mike Zoot we
Get the looping dash
And with my ass and my rules
So long till last
We got the runs, rhymes, beats and all things
El Da Sens and Mike Zoot
The ill shit we bring it's like, that, this
Hit, we don't miss
BK, to the bricks on this Tommy Tee shit
You wanna beat us, a black kid
A baby born in scorn
Here's to all for the free
For all is joint in this sing along
To the king shit, legitimy
The harderst work in corners
I swear you want now, I don't know ways now
Take a chance and get on
As I storm boulevards
Run up and bomb rush for once plus
My tooth sence broken
Talking clothes to back of the bus
Drugs and dirt water, see realness in my aura
Is ambitious, so I slash performer
This tracks make me wanna just
Smoke and get loose
Tip my cup ova a fruit drink
Mix it with fruit juice
Mike Zoot the new weed guy
Hypnotate a big fry do it, wanna sell you
I know you wanna see me die
Certainify, I'm hard, not stupid
You gettin' diplomatic
Juice papers that's no approval
On a paper, type me a favour or pay the pager
Bills are cock trees and
Fill the refrigerator
Till later, like when it's done off
I wanna run off shittin'
On fake friends there are forgotten
Bless the ones that didn't
They stay fresh on my mind
Like the rhyme does written
A couple of bosses dropped out
Now I'm ready for the kickin'
El Da Sen-Sen-Sensei, oh excuse me
My name's Mike Zoot, i'm from the 90s
El Da Sen-Sen-Sensei, my name's Mike Zoot
I'm from the 90s