Mickey Factz - Letter to Sonic lyrics

Im writing a few thoughts For my dude Charles I first met you in school park True art You still love Sonic Called you a blue dart And you had more hustle than a pool shark You was going by Free Lance when you battled me I think I was your first lost when you challenged me Before you was freestyling You were spitting writtins Lived in the Bronx use to always see you chillin Wanted you on G.F.C in the beginning But your mom was to strict, she ain't see my vision Charles, you ain't never want to be a star Plus your moms ain't want you out performing songs I gave a helping hand when I could give a lift And had to tell my friends about this kid that spit Who would tell his pen How to script his wit You loved Eminem You loved Incubus Dave Lighty called when you was in the group Shout to Young Nate It was him and you I got MySpace messages in 06' You invited me to gigs you would go rip I never went, But I heard every show rip And information was leaking like a nose drip Lower East side Pyramid Lyricist Couldn't go Toe-To-Toe with that flow specialist Went to check you at your studio in Harlem In a high-school recording all the thoughts in your noggin A week later you sent me “Shinin'” That was 07' when you was trying to figure out how your life went I found out you was getting evicted, like you never existed Your moms kicked you out like Jeff from the Fresh Prince Homeless Living in a studio What a hell of a bed of affliction I remember when you was Free Lance man You had some bars You said like ‘They call me Free Lance I don't write for the paper But I write for the paper' And you had sick sound like ‘Got more rocks Than the Scorpion King and And you could look at my hand And tell im the Lord of the Rings' Or something like that, man, like Change the game man Need to get better and come back home baby You had an addiction without a weed bag And to the bidding war substituted rehab DJ Skee had you on a track till the beats Crashed And you Rapped with Ye' and Game No Dreamcast We spoke over the phone about ‘Incredible' You thought I dissed you though, it was incredible I made that as sublime to show hate was a crime I had beef with Wale at the time On the phone you would say we were fine Then you sent a shot at me without aiming a Nine We did the BK Hip-Hop fest, that's when you interviewed me Truthfully, raps got kicked out like a truancy I got the call about the cover It felt weird seeing you take sides with Folarin and Cudder But, was weirder to me that all three of us are cool now Back then sh** was to wild Wow Yo, when everybody was doubting you man And I hit you up to make sure you were alright.You was like ‘The only people that have reached out was Kanye and Lu.' nam'saying and me, na'mean' You always gonna be my little brother man No matter how much we argue and beef or whatever It's still love man Member that Cypher at Sirius, Serious That's when your beef with Cory became Serious Thought it was Soulja Boy and Rhymefest I took it as a joke Though what transpired next was crazy Soulja Boy dissed you When you responded it felt like Kats dismissed you Serius battle was even crazier Then you battled a fan Everything was going tragically bad Then I woke up one day Saw you getting punched by your ex Im glad you ain't hit her back But you should've shooked her a** Either ducked if you could But the past is the past But then they said you stole that beat from Shinin That was bad And then you lied about Dilla and his moms Detroit Goons wanted your life in harm This was before Hex was in the chair You couldn't see clear Then you disappeared Left your fans eager For something they could all hear Dropped from the label Battled Serius again Where's your guardian angel Somebody you can pray too You got arrested for hitting the cop reckless We spoke on the phone you promised me to tell this Any beef you though you had you want deaded Told me to tell Wale and Blu it's no beef Even if we don't speak Life is to short Like the men is 4 feet I heard some new songs and damn they so deep They even sound mixed All City Chess got love for your sh** Bobby Ray says ‘What up, lets do some more hits.' Known you for ten years We never did a song But this beat will be suffice till you come home By the way Your StarCHasers miss ya They wish you get well And think your off the Richter I heard the song Pharell Damn it so rugged When you get out No more d** No more buggin No more wildin Time to stay on track And this is coming from your brother Not Mickey Factz And when I speak to Lupe I tell him that you doing fine Pal, call me when you get out Get my number from Rhymestyle Now Im out Your fans miss you, b Your supporters miss you We miss you Come back man Get better It's Mickey! Letter to Sonic Yea