Me n' Mic

#rapfame #bbf #boombapfocus first track since joining the crew. let's keep rap and hip hop alive #realrap. can't say how blessed I feel to have found this platform. Lyrics: Everybodys well wishing, i ain't got a quarter to throw  The only fucking thing to my name is this microphone And a couple sober chips  But unfortunately this doesn't pay my rent  Guess my skillz aint there yet Give me a fair chance and I'll be touring in Paris france Raise a red flag, like marylon Manson Always dancing with that one legged  Mike  He's kinda like a lieutenant dan if he had only fought half the fight Now every night we are in the booth with the rhyme flows  Ya Wanna sully up my mood bro I'll find gold Yo me and mike we like the truth so we write more of it While fighting writers block  And recording in my closet Of course, i stay in arenas I'm swinging swords With the force  That could put the whole world in rigamortis  Good morning, my subordinates  I am thinking that today in class Imma be going over the fact that with rap yeah you can't be cutting no corners with it Ya better be cutting deep or cut it out!  And cut the ribbon  For some other mother fucker who don't got nothing else!  a pocket full of dreams and a heart thats full of wealth  I kicked narcotics man, yea But here is the kicker, It didn't require a cellblock To try something different What a gift  Not sleeping on that metal bed  In those sub zero temps Nose dripping like some sinks With a tad of motion sickness  Yeah his bags were mixed with  A batch of fent  Mom and dad just had to cancel Christmas   inches away yeah From drifting away  I Guess you could say the reaper missed with blade  changed a lot of things but yeah I still feel the same I feel a lot of pain but i will deal in my own way  In the days end  Me myself and I are still the same friends No lines get crossed When you occupy the same skin  It's dangerous Getting drugged out and aimless  The days get so jumbled I don't know what yesterday is It's gang shit  Blood swear and tears in every playlist  What can I say?  You and i are not the same bitch You other rappers looking like a Ray Charles in Ray-Bans Its not making sense  Ya Better formulate escape plans Cause me and my men  Were focused like some lions  boom bap had proved that were capturing your eyelids  Our kind is surviving  90s aren't dying  Yeah Were climbing out of hell reviving the rhyme style and I know, that it is a crime how far the apple has fallen on from the forefathers of The fucking rap game I know that biggie n pac are probably rolling over in that grave From back pain  I'm a Mack train With track marks  And that tats saying  That my day is gonna come  Wondering when that day is  thank you guys, all love