MIK - 9mm Laser lyrics

[Intro] C Squared on production It's MI Let's get into it Yeah Wow Oh [Verse: MIK] You little shiner Man already know I'm the king of the one-liner Big body ting, I be pushing it inside her Step inna the dance, brukked out the night rider k** 'em with the yoga flame, yeah, that's fire Heard you wanna copy the flow but that's a minor Can't copy this one, this one's designer Man follow me like I'm the Pied Piper When I've got the mic in my hand, I get hyper I don't wanna hear no talk about freestyle I don't wanna hear no talk about cypher Word on the road is I'm the ghostwriter So much drive in the system, driver Man are old school like Tinchy Stryder Let me see the gunfingers like Stryder Over your head, bird on wire Man have got stripes on my back like tiger Not that Tiger, animal tiger k** 'em with the kung fu crouching tiger Got a bad b**h on my dick like Eve Trust me when I say that's a rough rider Gold in my mout so it shines when I smile-a Money upfront, yeah, that's what I like-a Could've been a wasteman doing mad time-a But I've got a vision that's clear and wider So I spin webs like a garden spider Future's bright so it's gonna get brighter Ray-Bans on in the middle of the night-a Block out the demons till it gets lighter So many wars I've had, Street Fighter Man are like "god, you're going in hard" Nah, family, I'm so much tighter Man ah touch notes like say I was a typer Gyal ah get wet like a windscreen wiper Liff up the front wheel, R1 biker Skid around the corner, shots like Miker 5'6" but I'm still a big rhymer These man ah bite my style, vampire So I stay strapped with the 49er Man ah move mountains, mountain-climber You little arsehole Man already know I'm the king of the whole castle Bring it to your door like postman and parcel Anyone who copy the flow, here's a sample Me on the tune, that's too much damage In other words, I'm way too harmful Lost my link but she gave me a slap But it's OK, gave her an armful You little batty God already told me how you move scatty Catting for the toes and eating out Bun out your mout like uncle's what? Bun out your mout like uncle's patty Fly man down in a tinted whip Jump out, I'm gone, Ducatti Leave bare sweat on your forehead Like a fat boy in gym, you fatty Lord of the Mics, I was there with Ratty Lord of the Mics, I was there with who? Lord of the Mics, I was there in my red Air Force Ones And my full FT crew If it ain't FT, I don't wanna know If it ain't money upfront, I don't wanna go I've been doing this since two-double-O In my zone, in my element Back to the time when I k**ed Dark Element All these likkle man bars I hear pon the tune One word, what's that? Irrelevant Me and FT are the top boy regiment Road mentality, gyal ah get mad at me But it's OK, too intelligent Flows I'm giving out, flows I'm selling them Money upfront, I keep on telling them Man are old school like Teddy Sherringham But I'm still about like Rooney's hairline Don't believe me? Then go and ask Sherringham I was in Lewisham, Catford, belling 'em Two and a bit, I was moving ten of them Last Exhibits, I done like ten of them Tell them likkle mic man I'm ahead of them Tell that likkle mic man I'm a criminal Keep that noise and sh** to a minimal I don't wanna hear no talk about adlib So I don't wanna hear no subliminal Way too lyrical, k** 'em with the mourning flow, no cereal Leave man's forehead up in the sky, no digital All that talk is minuscule Oh, I said oh, oh Let's get paid in full like Oh, oh, oh Let's get paid in full like Oh, oh, oh Let's get paid in full like Let's get paid in full like oh Oh [Outro: MIK] The most wackiest riddim