PSA Lyrics
I’m diggin’ words up out my lexicon
Six-sided lines flyin’ at you like a hexagon
Sucka mothafuckas gettin’ served like a restaurant
Scary huh? Make ya' head sweat like a Mexican
Wrapped the game up like a burrito
I’m coming atcha hotter than July in Puerto Rico
Marathon flow, “Woah, bro how long can he go?”
“Crazy how sometimes he spit quick sometimes he be slow”
Whiteboy slaughtering rappers of all races
Pass 'em with invisible ink leave no traces
Leave 'em suckin' dust while I fly and the pace hastens
These gifts are for your ears, peers leave with agape faces
Failed was the guy who tried to do it like me
I’m the only one to kill it with a student I.D
“Boy he’s beastie, yee he’s Mike D”
You ain't worth all 5 I only give you high 3’s
Sip on Hi-C’s eating peanut butter sandwiches
Wreckin' all these tracks and never paying for the damages
Yes, I’ve progressed you standin' still like a mannequin
Basement crowds yell louder than Wiz cannibus
The GooCrew is a family
We tellin you to sit down to those who can’t stand me
Aiming for the top like my goal is a Grammy
The man, I be taking off don’t plan on me landing