Mickey Factz - Food 4 Thought lyrics

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Mickey Factz - Food 4 Thought lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Burn slow like joints of purple Hot Spitta, jet n***a ya'll know Roll 84 down bumpy roads Take Kanye advice: drive slow n***as think they tough they not macho They soft, soggy nachos That's mine doggie not yo's Style, gear, ya got it from here No worries, raps I got plenty to share I'm on top I did my ground work last year You could pa** go you could pa** the ball But don't pa** me the reggie that you're growing in your backyard sh** might hurt me f** my raps off Aurora Borealis blast make me blast off I came I kicked that sh** Shoulda took my Chris Webber Air Max off [Hook] Come on and take a bite Of this food for thought Let it ease your mind Let it take control [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] I was born in Roswell Performed and dropped hell It's the lyrical Norman Rockwell And I have to be seen Call me the king looking for my Alexander McQueen Mean, I'm giving soul food to protools That go through your brain waves, you like it don't you? Don't move, and ya'll won't late It's John Coultrane with this raw propane I line 'em up like we on Soul Train Cause rappers stink like raw Lo Mein And I paint pictures like Claude Monet So when you listen to me it's like you snort c**aine I scored ??- She heard of me It's Mick Jordan chillin with Steve Curren$y Emergency, come talk to a beast Whose givin' you food for thought It's all you can eat PEACE [Hook] [Verse Three: Amanda Diva] Hot like pepper pot Sweet like sour sop West side born But the spice isle in my heart Boss like the man Barack People listen when I talk Start of the movement I'm the spark that got the game on lock Took my spot/ I foxed the lot Didn't see me coming Bgirl I can pop and lock But Got them boys running man Like water they want it and I got it drippin A lady they buggin if they think they'll be sippin On this nectar Next to greatness empress of the rhythm Rising to the top/ like cream of the crop I redeem all the little women like Alcott Give em someone to believe in not a black girl lost And the table's been set we preparing a feast Something for the mind spirit and the body Cookin up the future with these rhymes and beats So go and get out the kitchen if you can stand the heat