Lyrics Exhibit G - Mik

Exhibit G

It’s MI
Exhibit G
Some palm tree ting right now, DD
Let’s go
Yo
When I pass through, it’s all real talk
Expensive bars
The flow’s on point like an Aston Martin
Hear what I’m saying, expensive cars
I’ll air man out with expensive pars
I’m out of this world like bloody Mars
I’ll run man down like
This girl’s all over my neck like scarf
Wanna get backstage but she ain’t got a pass
So I stay lowkey and fill up my glass
Got a little white ting with an African arse
It gets on top when I see that arse
So I enter slow, don’t wanna buss fast
She calls me boss cause I’m in charge
My condom size has gotta be large
Sneak out quick, don’t wanna see marge
Fake MCs get a shoulder barge
I’ll ether man like say I was Nas
I’ll take out any MC from Statford
Catford, West London or Plais'
Wah da ras?
I’m a whole next league and class
Wah da ras?
They’re screaming 'give him a chance'
On Lord of the Mics, I’m gonna show man
I’m lord of the mic, easy task
I’m a different guy when I fling on the mask
Don’t let me start digging up dirt paths
How I left MCs in A&E
Don’t play with me, I’m deadly, star
These goldfish wanna try swim with the sharks
That’s cool but look how thin they are
Gain some weight, put food on the plate
Then I’ll show you where the heavyweights are