Mickey Factz - South Park Lyrics (Kendrick Lamar Response)

Mickey Factz - South Park Lyrics (Kendrick Lamar Response)

Mickey Factz - South Park Lyrics (Kendrick Lamar Response):

[Intro]

That was cute man, that was real cute

Now you about to get some competiton

Cause i dont know if anyone else is gonna say anything

So we about to get into this

We about to bring this all the way back to the Bronx, know what i mean

S'Mickey - Black pple, bitch

XMJ, peace to Lord GFC

Yeah, I'm ready

[Verse]

Where I've been at, what I'm up to

Nobody cares so my response is fuck you

Black apple patron in the city y'all black foes

Throw my hues like Langston

I dont know what you thinkin

So Kendrick wanna play this game? Cool, I got you

Game point and I spot you

Shoot over you then I watch you

Look over to see the ball go through the net when i washed you

You knew who to name in that song and who not to

From the bottomless pit, out comes the pit

Treatin kenny like Bane after he blew Gotham to bits

Gotta be Mick, got the slick tho

This is what you wanted nigga?

Competition from a killer that's a tundra spitter - cold

I wonder what your steez did your sunny iller bars

Black out eyes just like your album cover, nigga

You the king of New York? Beg your pardon

The king of LA is dead and that nigga from Harlem (2Pac)

Don't be like Ja Rule mimicking him

Or we gonna sell you drunk outta that pool of liquor again

Who Bishop against? None of y'all

You avoid juice

Fake Omar Epps, just be a Schoolboy Q

Gonna prove facts wrong, talk over that shit

You set the bar high, nigga, I vault over that shit

Hollywood star, nigga, I walk over that shit

You say you sick? I cough over that shit

Who want this?

I'm targeting you, calling your crew

Who see the soul of Ab fly if heparring with you

Homie it's true

But you know what? I ain't gonna namedrop y'all to death

Cause Hova's team is the only Jay Rock we respect

New York, no beef, just lyrical warfare

I heard the record sat in my lawnchair like aw yeah

I'm at the window like Malcolm looking at y'all scared

You at your internet window, you saying I'm soft, where? (where?)

You love my city, keep it accurate, dawg

Stolo so haircutting think you got fabulous bars?

Oh yeah, you used to copy Charles Hamilton, dawg

A good kid turned the mad city after him y'all

Plus the girl you was rumored with is outta New York

I guarantee his lady go gaga over this song

I aim for the soul with them bars, I won't spare it

I'm just concerned with the haters who hate after they hear us

So if Black Hippy step they gonna die off, bless

Vampire with the bars, I'mma find y'all next

Killing everybody, you can cosign those bets

You shot and got a quick return like the IRS [pow!)

Better than you, said it back in twenty ten though

Polic with the penstroke, call up all your kinfolk

Mighty with the sword, Ninja Gaiden

It's shockin how I held back and came at 'em full force

Remember Raiden (yeah)

Let's bet on the next threat, new cess next

You struggle with the bars over your head like a benchpress

Telling you right now, don't talk around me

Cause out west you couldn't picture getting hit like a papparazzi

Black apple, I'm ready to set it off

Coming for the bank, who ready to play] the God?

While I'm busting open doors everybody on the floor

Put the money in the bags, don't ring any alarms

I'm taking over the town, Ben Affleck on the song

Ain't no king of New York, Biggie gone, Christopher Wallace

Put it on the blogs for the frauds, make a response

I'll be here with the rest of my city holding the fort

Reality gonna show him that I'm raw

But can he get cancelled with his bitch? That's Khloe and Lamar

Let's have it, lets have some fun, you know

You wanted to have some fun? Well, let's do that then

You know, make sure y'all ready

Cause clearly we're ready over here

You know

Nah, fuck, I got another verse

I bet the funeral home got a stash, reverend got another church

Two arts and mouse

I'd rather battle Picasso and Dali in the gardens of Garvey

Shadowbox with Ali, postin up Barkley

Hypnotize...

Mickey Factz - Letter To Sonic Lyrics

Mickey Factz - Letter To Sonic Lyrics:

I'm writing a few thoughts to my dude charles
I first met you in the school .. true art
You still love sonic call you a blue duck
And you had more hustle than a pool ...
You was going by freelance you better ..
I think i was your first lose when you challenge me
All was freestyle and you were spitting ...
.. see chilling what did you want?
At the beginning your momma was too strict
She ain’t seen my vision
You ain’t never wanna be a star .. performing songs
I need it a helping hand when i could give a lift
I told to my friends about this kid that spits
.. how to script this ..you love making .. day and night you call
.. your name it was .. you I got myspace messages and no six
You were writing me the gigs you would go ..
I had a … but I heard every show ripped ..information were … like a nose drip
No East side pyramid lyrics couldn’t go so .. with that flow specialist
.. check you at the studio in Harlem in the high-school
A week later you send me shinning that was 07 .. figure out how your life went
Found out that you was getting evicted like you never existed
Your mommas kick you out like .. homeless living in the studio
.. I know when you was freelance man .. they call me freelance
I don’t write for .. I write for the paper
Got more racks than a scorpion king …

You had an addiction without a weed bag
.. rehab DJ had you on a track till the beats crashed
.. spoke over the phone about incredible
You thought I dish you out is was incredible
I made that sublime to show hate was a crime
I had beef .. at the time
On the phone you said you were fine
Then you shout at me … truthfully rappers got kicked out like …
Was waiting for me all three of us are cool now
Back then it …
Rememeber that .. serious?
That’s when your beef recording became serious
.. took it as a joke .. serious battle
It was even crazy .. everything was going tragically bad
Then I wake up one day saw you are getting punch by your ex
I am glad you ain’t hit her back but you should have shut her ass
.. about Dylan and his momma’s.. you couldn’t see clear
.. was your guardian angel somebody you can pray to
We spoke on the phone .. every beef you ant you’re gonna get it
.. I heard your new song damn they are so deep
They even sound mix .. got love for your shit
.. said what up let’s do some more hits
.. by the way .. wish you get well .. heard this song Pharell
When you get out no more drugs no more ..
This is coming from your brother .. get out get my number from...

Mickey Factz - For The Culture Ft. Marsha Ambrosius Lyrics

Mickey Factz - For The Culture Ft. Marsha Ambrosius Lyrics:

chorus

for the culture

for the wine for the hustlers

yeah i knew for the love to die

die for living

is the life i am living

i am gonna keep on living

this is time

it was all a …and i still try to wake up

i used to read billboard magazine

now i am on page one

turn the good chance to a great one

as i had a good dance to the base doom

i still get love from where i came from

if you think hollywood take one

la sun new york night

different cities ain’t party is alright

short days long nights

we are showing love to the drinks pored right

i die for the love of it

please cut to the top not some of it

from the .. to the las this is out life style

so we’re doing it to the death

chorus

lights camera action

tonight is filled with magic

i am living the movie pick a scene

got my eyes open i am in a dream

cruising on the block you can feel the braze

windows down baby i am feeling clean

hard work got a brother here

so we do this like every day is another year

.. take your chance with me

and we can all rock

we can run for 3 that’s a short shut

i do this for the culture of top

we celebrate just for dyeing hard

.. this is my kind of job

i am looking at the finish line

like it’s kind of .. that ain’t done to a shining star

chorus