Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mimes, artist - Komplex
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mimes |
Mama should’ve locked me in an institution for inducin' such a sick conclusion |
I stick and move and hit the roof when I get to groovin' |
Big improvement with the moves and now I got these bitches choosin' |
Kids consume and listen to my tunes, they system boomin' |
Simply human, did some shrooms, got me feeling lucid |
You still look stupid if you hating on the illest doin' this |
Skilled to prove it, feel the fluid, when I’m spittin' to it |
I feel like '97 Em |
Right around the time that Dre discovered him |
I’m grimy with the pen, a lion in his den |
I’m a giant amongst men, start a riot from within |
Bitch, I’m monstrous, internal conflict is the consequence |
Of constant clouded consciousness that clogged up all my common sense |
No common 'plex, my confidence ain’t cockiness |
My awesomeness is obvious, I stand out in an audience |
So tell the crowd make a cloud while I break it down |
Ain’t the sidekick, meanwhile, videos gon' make me viral |
A great empire I aspire to create in time |
Working with creative minds, mimes imitate our lines |
Okay, dilated pupils in the heart of the lion’s den |
Playing my violin, out here slaying leviathans |
Mask on my face and that ain’t for hidin' in |
We just come to cop both the keys to the car you ridin' in |
I snatch your girl too, she wetter than what Poseidon in |
She love my shit, that’s 'cause there ain’t a verse that I’m lyin' in |
Some rappers overindulge in they lyrics, lost in appearance |
What they bring in wit, they lack in spirit |
At your concert, filled in the blanks to your punchlines |
Like a crossword, they was predictable as these bitches |
When we converse, I slap a hoe with the mossberg |
Cough syrup, slowing me down like it’s Mr. Officer |
Intellect prevail when the skeptics sail |
Your respect is frail, when your homies say that they collectin' bail |
But you sitting there rottin', we been picking cotton |
Slaving for the dollar signs like freedom ain’t a option, yeah |
So tell the crowd make a cloud while I break it down |
Ain’t the sidekick, meanwhile, videos gon' make me viral |
A great empire I aspire to create in time |
Working with creative minds, mimes imitate our lines |
83 at the embassy |
Bomb in my backpack, I’m hunting for the enemy |
Level headed, I’m level at everything ahead of me |
Especially gon' show these mafuckers not to mess with me |
Mentally, this shit could take a toll on you, drugs got a hold on you |
Friends ain’t loyal, switch up and fold on you |
Bold move, you chicken like soul food |
I’m gettin' and stickin' and movin', bitches choosin', want me to roll through |
A cold brew with doobies usually what I hold |
Truth be told, this music shit has me, something like a mold to me |
I fit like play-doh, Socrates is my old head |
And my philosophy is obviously getting old bread |
Stacking that mold, I’m back in that mode |
Give me an instrumental, I feel like I’m cooking crack on that stove |
Notepad is my crack sack, keep it in my backpack |
Next to the scale, weed mail, flipping it like a flapjack |
So tell the crowd make a cloud while I break it down |
Ain’t the sidekick, meanwhile, videos gon' make me viral |
A great empire I aspire to create in time |
Working with creative minds, mimes imitate our lines |