Lyrics Sublime - Mickey Factz

Sublime

All I want is respect
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Don’t fuck with a vet
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
I’m all on your monitor, letting go a verse or two
Looky here, Monica, don’t take it personal
I won’t make it personal, in plain English
I rock cause I’m hot so I need to get extinguished
Cool, look here kid, throught the day and night
I’m Neil Armstrong cause I been taking flight
So sick, got the cooties, when I make these songs
I’m on a island somewhere, no A.C. on
I don’t feel some type of way, so I think you shouldn’t
But I’m saying what I feel cause I think you wouldn’t
I’m doing things that I think you couldn’t
You can’t see the vision, put my glasses on I don’t think you looking
I see what my retina shows
I’m sure America knows that I’m better with flows
Don’t enter the scope, if you blink, rookie
I put a jimmy on her, scoop your girl for her pink cookies
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Cause I’m one of the best
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Don’t fuck with a vet
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
See you doing your thing, laid the whole plan out
But fuck a battle homey, we can bring the bands out
It’s all good when you see me, got your hand out
But you acting like a motherfucker need a handout
Lost my keys to rap’s house, so I stand out
Lyrically, put you in the dirt then pull a plant out
Stick to your roots, baby I’m stunting
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Yeah, it’s the Achievement, and yes I’m incredible
Ask anybody about you, they’ll say you’re terrible
This is so general, Factz really spitting
I’m universal, don’t pack me in a division
It’s all love, rap is a competition
And I’m the composition written for the opposition
Even a doctor listens, check my position
A Rod of the game, Guggenheim bitches
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Cause I’m one of the best
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Don’t fuck with a vet
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
Homey I been hot, I take all responsibility
And consequences for what my pen jot
My sixth sense say these cats doubt I’m too cool
Now I guess I got to blackout on YouTube
You and I not the same, so I jot this rhyme
To shout the guys who have a spotless mind
It’s automatic, plus this shit’s electronic
Internet gorilla, digital messiah, I got it
My eyes are crooked without these Prada optics
The stars on the side of them, I ain’t got to lie to them
I chill in crowds, but I dropped out of college
So it’s real hard for me to choose music over knowledge
This is not a diss song, it’s a slick song
Sublimes go undetected until you look for them
I push forward, never backtrack the stats
'Til next time, that be the facts
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Cause I’m one of the best
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much
All I want is respect
Nothing more, nothing less
Don’t fuck with a vet
You ain’t know by now
You ain’t learn that much
I don’t respond to a sublime
It ain’t hurt that much