Mickey Factz - Rapity Rap Remix lyrics

[Verse 1 - MeLo-X] Was a good student, got all As So the music that I'm producing is sort of like high grade You can get so high that You won't need a pilot Everytime you listen you're gaining frequent flyer mileage Politic on project knowledge with street scholars In need of fatter wallets so they seek dollars Holla, at the God, inhale, exhale Then hail the king draped in Pharaoh's bling Or something like it Some will like it, others won't But understand the flow is as smooth as a summer night is Off the top when I write this And the plan is to get a girl with the same eyes As the goddess Isis Looking for my Nefertiti in the city Where we substituted hieroglyphics for graffiti Don't get smacked silly, with ill battle raps Under pressure n***as twist like sprite bottle caps Tell Semtex to gather all his effects Cause this here might get a few bombs from Flex A few n***as vexed when we on the set So a few n***as gotta get palms and necks Cracked, snapple pop, pay attention ahk Me and Mickey bout to make this Black apple pop Like Snapple tops From BK to the City of Angels City where n***as throw up their hands in angles To represent their tribes And other colors, n***as love us Kiss the mothers, raise the brothers I'll teach you something You n***as got the game all wrong You rapping for n***as in all y'all songs I got songs like "Treat Her Right" unh Ladies know when I perform, I be the right form Any blog, website, Tumblr or forum You're drug trafficking when you post up these poems Love it or you don't But yo my lyrics you will quote You wanna see whats up, get a beat thats tough I'll eat it up for sure If you live than I'm liver, if you hot than I'm lava Burning up, I'm the agua, shut you down when I rise up f**ing ducking when I come in bucking with something rugged n***as can hate it, but as long as the ladies they love it Check out the ratio at all our shows I'm the God, I get all the...queens [Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar] Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcolm Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain I moshpit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand ,Marksmen Clearing the street and k**ing rappers with talent, preach Yes I said talent, Kendrick ain't scared of y'all, can't even spell competitor Lord is my witness I remember asking artists in streets how they did it The only features I got is was this handsome face I was getting How ironic, playing Sonic was the sh** like a colonic Now we vomit over these beats while critics pay homage This is too street like my 23 summers in Compton I go so deep, like my dick in your b**h hope the condom never do leak 2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy and snapped bras High salary blow jobs, low calorie rap bars not me My sweet 16 will probably need a school ID And usually I be, the dominant victor You know what time it is n***a Affirmative Action, you fact or you fiction? I'm a slain cracker from being insane Pop a vein when I write this sh** I'm think on the sh**, I'm vain and I think you're a b**h A female poodle under some h*mo's voodoo, s**ing the industry's dick We catching bodies, shooting dice in the hotel lobby, f** your security And that's at the Ritz-Carlton My impurity's probably your best a**et I spit acid, hit your block and crumble your address Leaving them stagnant This is torture when I scorch you, or escort you Out the building where ex-convicts with all sorts of Portable handshanks, your man can't stick to the script with handpaint Popping your lip then popping the clip then popping your van, wait We want the peace, but keep a piece Said I was Malcolm to your belief whats up [Verse 3 - Mickey Factz] It's Mickey From the depths of the seas Back to the rap Mick Factz motherf**er From the, the, the Black Apple Where the nightmares reign supreme Stay ahead never beg cause I aim to please Brain disease, sick spit flame degrees That'll make Satan leave 'til his veins will freeze Museum Mick, international women with high cla** Will do E and look at you like I'm ga**ed Oxymoron, big dog evict frauds Slick boss that shop, tags get ripped off I don't lie about what I cop like Rick Ross Come to broads I dish off like Chris Paul Quickdraw McGraw shoot and spit raw I'm too hot cause I was born with a pitchfork This kid hard, when I'm pissed off you lift off These lip gloss a** rappers are so chick soft Look lil mama, we ain't blood so Crip-walk We ain't fam, you ain't my man so skip off You get your Rafer on, I get my paper on I'm sonning cats, I'm getting my Darth Vader on Check the program I'm k**ing rappers Barbarian, I'm Conan You hear the flow man The best I know with my chest out bro The Achievement is coming, thats not an Xbox goal