LEM - MICnards lyrics

Soul brothers, from other mothers, stutter off each other like bu*ter But her bu*ts like no other though! Any who - (sorry) “LEM you hungry?” “Naw that's plenty Betty Sue!” Mumbling on the MIC after me, lay off the henny dude Bring plenty pennies to us, plus twenties too Do it how we do till 22 and after After your shows there's laughter, after my flows it's rapture Consult Usain Bolt, he couldn't lap my mind Try to find a cat signed that's messing with my grind The black pastor, I preach hymns ain't seen grams dance faster Young padawans peep the head masters Ear buds in, s**a I'm your head's master Hats off to the cat's that snapped on Been slept on, stepped on, rapped and leapt on Plus a day keeps the doctor away Bringing in the batter - no matter what he say Mayday, mayday, get out the booth Swing a punch line thatta knock out a tooth or two The super two, Shags and Scooby-Doo Clueless dubey dudes stunned from the funky dung he spew Get out ya monkey suits