| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Yo, I believe I can fly
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| Master divisor, colder as I grew wiser
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| Fool the world like Keyser, see they stuck 85ers
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| With science, move and use complete silence
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| Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron
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| I’m here, but I still ain’t seen nobody come near
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| To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare
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| Bustin two up in the air, then the rest you got
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| And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop
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| When I drop it’s only to put it to excellency status
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| See, we here to run it all with eight other planets
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| But I’m on till it’s gone, understand it
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| Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic
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| Magic what I’m doin, anybody get touched
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| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much
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| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky
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| Holdin more, this is for all of y’all wonderin why
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| I can fly
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Yo, I believe I can fly
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| Lexus and Benzes every color
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| Push a Hummer in the butters
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| Go to Miami in the summer months
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| Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once
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| Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket
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| Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms
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| Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats
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| Everybody know we get it on like that
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| With assorted firearm bulletproof to match
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| Teflon ??? |
| my fitting baseball hat
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| While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch
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| And we makin all this caper but never givin it back
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| It’s amazin how I put it all together with rap
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| 1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map
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| See, it’s magic what I’m doin, anybody get touched
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| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much
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| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky
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| Holdin more, this is for all of y’all wonderin why
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| I can fly
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Yo, I believe I can fly
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| Either you down or you isn’t in this game for the wins
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| Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends
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| Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims
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| Fuckin with Washingtons while I’m holdin on the Benz
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| Pen’s like a lens, so it’s clear
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| Bless you in your dome with the chrome
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| Bring the flavor to your ear
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| Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear
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| Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn’t try to come near
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| See, it’s magic what I’m doin, anybody get touched
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| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much
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| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky
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| Holdin more, this is for all of y’all wonderin why
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| Everybody wanna be like Mic
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| I believe I can fly |