Heath McNease - Bicentennial Man (Michigan) lyrics

[Intro] Rollin' up to Michigan and I ain't wearin' draws (ha) I ain't wearing draws I ain't-- I ain't wearing draws Rollin' up to Michigan and I ain't wearin' draws (ha) I ain't wearing draws I ain't-- I ain't wearin' I ain't wearin'-- [Verses] H-E-A-T-H, M-C-N-E-A S-E, S-E see all day R.I.P. MCA Hopped out of my bed, smell like Polo Red Look good, rap good, smell good, but it don't go to my head Cuz I'm humble, Bryant Gumbel Rifling Bible bundle Making my faith the archetype for rival's idol's crumble Katherine Heigel said her bridal dress' price just doubled Heck no patron, 'xpetro patronum, homie I go Dumble Door to door but Gryffindor was full Slytherin is horrible Hufflepuff's adorable The sorting hat's an oracle Sorting magic, hoarding Hagrid's portable Raise a Ravenclaw Tell me my TARDIS outfit's LARP-able Might Morphin' My vital organs pump some tight endorphins Built for fight of flight but WebMD told me they might be hormones Watching Orphan Black on BBC she's quite the orphan Plus the dreaded twin—the one that's less intense—be twice as gorgeous Make stacks like Apollo did, didn't I? Leave your girl's house like I run an Iditarod I don't really care whether they say that I did or not I did it or didn't do it depending on what I'm sipping on Vantage point shift like a parallax type Like a pair of slacks waistline 22 slims Men anoint this like I'm Kerouac tight Like a pair of Jack's Nicolas and [?] friends Jimmy crack corn I don't care a lot about it He was in his whack dorm all marijuana clouded [?] On an internet forum chattin' like he wanna battle I don't think he want it I don't think he want it Everybody know my freaking bars are anointed Every time I touch a microphone I'm a wanted man Whether dead or alive, I'm in the wanteds Holiest of holies, Robes around me My clothes so dope ‘cause I'm cloaked in Downy Fabric softener As the arbiter of right and wrong I'm a thousand kilometers Away from you all --morally speaking I'm praying to the Lord while you're in a meeting While you're in the club out whoring and drinking I'm reading Deuteronomy exploring the meaning of life I took a morning just to hit a Book of Mormon And I'm happy to report that it's a good performance But y'all ain't knowing a menorah from a book of Mormon Or a Sodom and Gomorrah from a hood in Portland Or a Siddhartha from bodhisattva Bhagavad Gita, Mahabharata Hyundai Elantra, Mazda Miata And “hasta la vista” from an “hasta mañana” So what else should I do? The Bible told me I should what El Shaddai do I'm dolo and I love it, no else in my crew I'm solo and I love it, no one else paid my dues Sisterhood of Traveling Pants Rappers Can't find a steez so you wanna be chance rappers Y'all just Dan Rather chucking back antacids Ducking the man and now you wanna be fans after This is arm, leg, leg, arm, head Got body-body anybody [?] bar-less If this artist be found guitar-less Then I probably Metta Peace like it is Artest These supposed originals explode like dirigibles Exposing the bones of identical clones In a typical a**embly line that Might make the likes of Mr. Ford go digital