[Verse 1: Mickey Factz] This mixtape is a movie, homie It ain't a hoax Y-3 is the Richard gear I payed the most People were happy for real After I gave them dope The hating folks appeared My thoughts made them No Disney, it's Mickey baby You taking notes? These are Wes Craven quotes Fans are addicts But even the people under the stairs still like to blaze a Roach Thats Swayze and Jamie shouts to Rae and Ghost (?) Respecting the legend Showing my gratitude Spit lines all over the globe Check out my latitude It's sabbatical Try to be thug Drop the attitude Lost up in the streets And chose a different avenue Y, Y-not was hot Here go the trilogy Word to the sun, earth and the moon This is a Syzygy Drop the beat.. Wait a minute, you kidding me? There's 3 Y's in the word Syzygy Peep the synergy Y-3 My style very bold I'm the shht, that's a library flow Heart breaker like a Tom Petty show Yeah, you got nominated, awards for One zero like a binary code Warrior like Stephen, Klay With better aim The whole game I better to play and never stray For two quarters you probably sit on the bench You a ghost on the court That's the power of 50 cent Facts highway I get clothes free So I quit shopping for cold turkey on Black Friday So don't get left over trying to act suave The Benz covered in that That's a black padre My man lost feelings selling coke Call that nova cane No infrared's, just Blu-rays Like a Sony game I know you dane (?) The coldest brain It was a victory nothing for 30 seconds Baby I overcame [Break] Yeah, get em' Mick Get these motherpunkers B B X stand up Lets go! [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] In ‘95 I had a bed in a shelter In '99 my aunt said I'm a failure In '08 I swear wasn't a game Had the people searching for links I'm the Legend of Zelda Your girl fell for a leader Hope you not upset Soon as I let your girl in That I got her wet And she was dripping Your honey was a (?) She was starving for attention So I hung her out the dry Born in July with this pa**ive cadence Watch my peers graduate And pa** my placement Radiation, deterioration Crabs is hating But I'm sick My time is coming That's my cancer patience Me and my brother cause havoc So I'm Cyclops High beam without the visine when I drop Need to be the one in the fly slot Like I hate Vietnamese food I ain't going for the tie spot Lace my Yohji's After Y, that's why not? Cameras on me for the third time That's a tripod I write liquor flows And draft beer The fans hear If you have ears, come give Mick a lobe Ambidextrous, tag team Drawing both hands on a bars like a trapeze artist Corvette with many vasos Vocal tailor y'all move when I say so I feel like Forrest Gump when he lost polio That's was too straight forward Let me space out I'm glad that I had the gumption to break out If you ain't catch that bar It's time to OD Brace yourself Gump Shin is what broke free