AAA - Song unfinished, DO NOT READ :) lyrics

For Swedish viewers: Läs inte texten, låten är ej färdig, skall recorda skiten inom kort :) Don't read the text, song is unfinished, will record it soon [Intro] "Mic check, one, two. Aight, it's on. Get ready. Yep, yep, yep, ye. Yeah. I'm 'bout to drop some sh** on this one. Some dope sh**, you know what I'm saying. Aight, check it. It's, the..." [Verse 1] MC Mets Better, wiser, stronger than the New York Jets And I've got more tuna than you'll ever see So if you trynna be, some repulsive G, my tip is die or flee Before I start practising my full-blown k**ing spree So start listening up for I'll enlighten you I'm spitting rhymes and telling facts that will reveal what's true You know.. You see I've got no job, I'm living on the dole Getting money doing nothing is my only goal That's my philosophy That's how I get around That's how I'm capable of making tracks with bada** sound And I'm the truest G, open your eyes and see I'm a man of danger bro you shouldn't f** with me [Hook] - [Verse 2] I'm feeling like King Kong Everything's going strong Making the sickest song Can't see what can go wrong Through all the stocks and shares I've got the money I need Do whatever that I want being a gangsta Swede You know I'm Mets the k**a, a sick drug deala Hit me up on skype I be the silverback gorilla A, ye, you know the deal, there is nothing I conceal I is be rapping about my dough through a flawless sounding flow Cus I'm a cool white kid, with much time on my hands Chilling as I age thinking 'bout my future plans Should I keep living like I do is what I ask myself each day If I do it then next stop is gonna be the Gitmo Bay Because the cops trynna chase, but have a look at my pace They thought they'd catch me soon but obviously that's not the case Cus I'm the real MC, open your eyes and see I'm a man of danger bro you shouldn't f** with me [Hook] [Verse 3] Yep, yep, yo, yep Check it Check it Check, check, check, check, check it Yo I ain't trippin' over nothing, never truly slippin' Except for whack school stuff that I'm occa**ionally skippin' See my whole life revolves 'round the goodie, goodie stuff Rappe Lime, gym, booze, marijuana and the puff Whacka whacka wow How you like me now Being the fastest rapper this world ever seen, only limit is the sky What did I just say, sigh Yes I am that kind of guy Who's even faster rapping gibberish when I'm super high Yeah it's true I never lie, getting a lambo might be nigh But don't be jelly, please don't cry Else I'll see you in my next drive-by You know my steez, a genius with cheese And some trees, which is used to put my mind, at ease So it's nice and all is perfectly fine Feeling safe when I'm out bustin', chillin' with my nine What else can I say, that's how I'm livin' everyday Since I'm never skippin' legs everything's gon' be okay So now you know about my story, eighteen years of glory I hope for many more but you can never be too sure Cause I'm the truest known MC, and the deadliest OG I'd like to tell you all that you should never f** with me [Outro] Yo, yo That's how I'm living, that's how it is Ye... Lamont Coleman, a.k.a. Big L, rest in peace, homie, I miss you A big shoutout to all the fans, all across the globe With special thanks to my Danish Producer , yo, what's going on man? (Det e godt, jeg bara hader alla f**ing fake a** gangsters) Haha, ye f**ing fake a** gangsters Ya'll better reconsider before steppin' up to the MC Mets, you know what I'm saying And to all my peeps out there Remember Stay cool, be chill, feel fine And most importantly Keep it real //Song not finished, author of this thread is doing a song right now for fun, please do not remove because unfinished. Contact e-mail if any questions