DESCRIPTION:
LYRICS:

Hook: I'm Mikey, I rock ... ETC.

Verse 1 - Mike
I ain't from Portland but I rep. the Blazer's well
Swag on, nice flow. Yeah I guess the haters sell
XO, made him swell, blow up and they rebel
Well ... Stay in cells 'cause they really need their bars up
Start stuff, they really need to start up
some real songs 'cause to me they seem star struck
Sky movin', well I guess this star's stuck
Milwaukee man, lookin' for some hard bucks
See I skate but really wanna make deals
'cause on the mic. I spit fire man, no skate wheels
and I roll laid heels and my flow stays real
so when I decide to spit again man, I'll show great skill uh ...
I sit down, honestly I can't stand you
Pardon me, this part of me is so brand new
I guess they' mad I skate high like Vans' shoes
Might as well wipe me down, no shampoo

Verse 2 - R. Jam
Damn you feel this? Man you will ... Pause
Cats hate, straight scratch you wit' ... Paws
Man hand me grams you deal
or you'll get ya L jacked son, Samuel
I blaze right and my broad stays tight
Get pussy in the morning, call it broad daylight
Yikes y'all stay like you want her
I just meddle; but I never get honour, I just always get on 'er
I'm on the roof and aligned with the railed sides
Mind me hangin' off the ledge, I tailslide
but I'd rather grind, 'for I die, on the real I
can't afford to bail. So please no jail time
Just air time, reach us filmin'
'til I see millions, Regis Philbin
Big paper, more lines, no Foolscap
New cats, so Mikey just tell 'em dudes who's that ...

***DISCLAIMER*** For the sake of YouTube, I will simply state that this is not originally my instrumental ... Original song by The Cool Kids