(Pre Hook)
I don´t scribble down these lyrics
Lyrics scribble down me
I´m not laying down these beats
Beats they´re laying down me
When I open up my mouth people say please
I don´t call myself a rapper
Rappers call themselves me
(Hook)
Now, who I be?
(That's that Milkboy)
Hell yeah it's all me
(Whip it til it's cream boy)
Both on rap and on keys
(That's that Milkboy)
Providing that D
(Whip it til it's cream boy)
Still I'm sippin olde
(Vers)
Who the f** gets down
Yeah, who the f** gets down
For the verbs and the nouns
If you're deaf let this sound hit your chest, bootys hit the ground
B - B - B - Bounce
Let me cover the ground of the basics
Take you back to the core of the matrix
They brought you knew kinky, welcome to the grove there's more to it then latex
Bounce
From a brick to an ounce
To a clip for the rounds
If you look then you'll find
That most people out here so very able but still lack a dime
Now gather around
See people embark on red pill
Truth is that I feel most comfortable listning to Amityville while I'm reading the the news bout the capital hill
I can k** more then verses but you know I will
The nicest, a pacifist still
Pharmacies need to refill
Prez should get a new town with a new house, on a new hill
(Pre Hook)
I don´t scribble down these lyrics
Lyrics scribble down me
I´m not laying down these beats
Beats they´re laying down me
When I open up my mouth people say please
I don´t call myself a rapper
Rappers call themselves me
(Hook)
Now, who I be?
(That's that Milkboy)
Hell yeah it's all me
(Whip it til it's cream boy)
Both on rap and on keys
(That's that Milkboy)
Providing that D
(Whip it til it's cream boy)
Still I'm sippin olde
(Vers)
They tell me great minds think alike
Tell me what do you think?
If you minimise the words you don't write are you a shrink?
You say I´m brainwashed I agree I got a spotless mind
Call me John Malkovich I´m in it working hard on that shine
Plus this grind gives me a feeling that it´s all intertwined
I swipe my card time after time and boy it´s never declined
If you think you paper is the game then hold up
There´s rocks and scissors to, my hands are tied boy throw em up
These b**hes, b**hes frontin in the booth thinking it makes them desirable
No two wrongs don´t make a right, two lies won´t make you reliable
If the truth hurts hit the blue pill maybe turn to the Bible
Let´s fight without rifles like MK Ultra ran their disciples, right?
(Pre Hook)
I don´t scribble down these lyrics
Lyrics scribble down me
I´m not laying down these beats
Beats they´re laying down me
When I open up my mouth people say please
I don´t call myself a rapper
Rappers call themselves me
(Hook)
Now, who I be?
(That's that Milkboy)
Hell yeah it's all me
(Whip it til it's cream boy)
Both on rap and on keys
(That's that Milkboy)
Providing that D
(Whip it til it's cream boy)
Still I'm sippin olde