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Boom Bap Hip-Hop Rap track I rip that
Cats talk small I don't dabble in the chit chat
Dimensional dancing, I manipulate the Maya
Intentional advancing, regulating the fire
That type, deliver heat like a gas pipe
They act like they want it, but they can't see this rap life
It wasn't that long I used to drown in the juice
Filling up my cups with the crown and the goose
Constantly angry I would just frown and abuse
Mad at the world a king whose crown had come loose
I'm brown recluse venomous this genesis flow
My best side is generous my nemesis knows
Most rappers unmotivated, they're lame and lethargic
Appears they hit the lithium like Cobain's guitar pick
Distribute narcotics there's legal dope in my sound waves
And anything that's following this shit is a downgrade
Brown shades covering all of my epidermis
The browner it gets the more the president nervous
He know Melania will come and lay her booty fully on me
While the prez finger f*ckin mayor Rudy Giuliani
I'll run up in a rival block to make the cypher hot
She loved me but I left her now she on that suicidal talk
It's Mykel Hawk elevated lyrics need a flight suit
Dunder Mifflin produce the beets like Dwight Schrute
Nasty like 2 Live Crew, expose you like a side boob
The game has got its eyes glued to every move that I do
Buy my shit on iTunes, Spotify and Tidal
Last name Hawk the moniker is Mykel
Uh - I'm on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
I'm heavy when I rock like stone granite
Ya'll really trying to see me man then go on plan it
They circling my star like every known planet
But when ya grown that's just how the zone can get
I was immersed in the music even prior to walking
I'm a student of Nas, Redman and Rakim
White and Latino my rhyme style cochino
Roll thru San Bernardino in a black El Camino
I got a castle in Maine like a king call me Steven
My last cigarette I pull my loosey out, Negan
Barbed wire raps to the caps leave em' bleeding
They set expectations I always seem to exceed em'
Scribble verses in a college ruled spiral
I'm so quick on arrival I make my rivals look idle
Out here breaking the cycle of these repetitive formats
They shaking cause Mykel can lay it down like a door mat
And trust me I try but being modest is hard
When everyday these people calling and they promise the stars
But they don't know that I'm already profiting large
So, I can pay for every single marketing charge
Of my own, I suggest you invest in your own too
Unless getting f*cked is just something your prone to
And yeah your music got to resonate with your audience
If you're trying to blow up and detonate like Iranians
Respect to those throwing up graffiti expressions
And those still holding on to their CD collections
Yo, I don't need the attention long as my money expanding
And I got seedy connections they'll touch you right where you standing
This is grown man Rap ya'll can keep that trap noise
Ya'll in sweaters and skinny jeans looking like frat boys
Ya'll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It's Mykel Hawk I'm on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
I'm heavy when I rock like stone granite
Ya'll really trying to see me man then go on plan it
They circling my stay like every known planet
But when ya grown that's just how the zone can get
Rappers acting the part but it's all just dramatics
They swear that they ill but that's just psychosomatics
They get all caught up in the frenzied ecstatics
But i got em confused like Japanese mathematics
They trying to build but they ain't read the schematics
They easily broken like they all made of ceramics
They get tested once and then they start with the panics
Convulsing and sweating and get to breathing erratic
But they wanted the smoke, they wanted the static
This ain't even a battle, this shit is anti-climatic
This shit was a stretch man this shit is elastics
They sound artificial man they sounding like plastics
And me, I'm an emcee who sound like the classics
I spit with dynamics and verbal mechanics
They didn't know Mike could flip like acrobatics
They battle me once and now they scared of Hispanics
I'm overflowing with confidence and keep raising the bar
They wearing fake gold and they bathe in Drakkar
I know the shit ain't easy when you're facing the czar
They teeth chattering like too much bass in the car
Last album I dropped I swear my whole city felt
I got more tricks than Batman's utility belt
New sound new alias I want Bruce Wayne cash
No shit I get it lit like a butane flash
See the beats and the verses have all been fully constructed
By this man whose demons have all been fully confronted
Securely instructed by Eckhart Tolle and Rumi
To allow the universe to get this music out thru me
Uh, I'm on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
I'm heavy when I rock - like stone granite
Ya'll really trying to see me man then go on plan it
They circling my stay like every known planet
But when ya grown that's just how the zone can get
It's Mykel Hawk I'm on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These beats all me I rock my own damn shit
Run up on my people get your dome can split
I'm heavy when I rock like stone granite
Ya'll really trying to see me man then go on plan it
They circling my stay like every known planet
But when ya grown that's just how the zone can get