Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond & Pro Dillinger
Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond & Jay Royale
Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond & Allah Preme & Big Grip
Mickey Diamond & Josiah the Gift & Ty Farris
Mickey Diamond
[Intro]
We need some drunk [?]
We need some drunk ushers
We some drunk preachers
And we get drunk with the Holy Ghost
These other drunks won't get drunk
[Verse 1: Mickey Diamond & Ty Farris]
Believe half of what you see, unless you get it from the source
I gotta repent
Good Lordy, I been killin' every verse (Aha)
Two or more, we in the mist, I'm bringin' pistols in the church
Singin' along with the choir and were still pitchin' work
Thou shall not covert
On the block, all we had nicks and cannons
I thought we had a wildin'-out budget
If one of us fall, wе can be each others crutchеs
And when our powers combine, we can flee the evil's clutches
Never on the phone will I discuss a legal subject
More recently, had to stop speakin' with my cousin
Remember when we was young, we used to flip and play the Dozens
Yesterday I told 'em "Come to my crib", and I'ma bust 'em, look
Blood don't make you family
Niggas sick with some shit that I swear you can't fix with Robitussin (Uh)
More rappers tryna reach for the ropes, I'm cobra clutchin' (Aha)
Clergy tryna preach to the po, it's no discussin'
Inside, I know that I blow, yo, the flow so combusted
The bullets is brand new but the guns old and rusted
Shit sound too good to be true, don't wanna trust it (Facts)
I'm done, my nigga
[Verse 2: Ty Farris & Josiah The Gift]
I'm from where Hennesy is holy water (Huh?)
New kids on the block, loadin' AUG revolvers
Duckin' the DTs and the chrome marauders (Yeah)
Non-fiction, only gave the truth
Everytime I take the booth
I stick out with a mic like Craig Sager suits
Please no interviews
Antisocial, my patience minuscule
And my street accolades never in the news (Never)
Brothers beef sometime, eagles in different views (It happens)
Fist fights, we hug it out, we never live in twos
Pardon me, some of these rappers should kiss my tennis shoes
My pen's a blade, sharp as Baraka's finish move (Woo!)
I pre-prayed for forgiveness, I know I'm sinnin' soon (God bless)
The seventh commandment in your baby momma's livin' room (Yeah)
The streets ain't safe, hope you tentful
It's killers season, heathens lettin' .40 Cal' spit like Cam's intro (Come on)
My life was in limbo
Now it's first class flights, lookin' at clouds through the window
Chauffeurs opinin' Benz doors
Give me my roses in the game full of died flamingos (You faggots)
You in the rear, you gamblin' with the mob like Pete Rose (Come on)
I'm hard to stop, Barry Sanders with some cleats on
If you offended just let the beat roll (Uh)
[Verse 3: Josiah The Gift]
Pardon me for wantin' better for you
The shine is someone, they want a stormy weather
I knew they wanted sentence for shit that's bringin' the pleasure for you
No preachin' our lecture is seen when I talk from experience
These the gems I discover
Mistakelny, y'all is sacrificed, what the treasure taught you
You ain't see all the agony
And the chances I'm takin', the risk can outweight rewards
The ruler, I estimated the footage in measured foyers
To my father, pardon my absence
To my significant, sorry you seein' a dissapointment
Perhaps when the office bring the security
The you see what these raps meant
By the time you noticed the disbelieve was a dictamen
The misery from seein' my vision like it ain't
Like it ain't post to reality
Just now a part of my history
My appologies for wantin' a own one
I'm destined instead of wantin' a check
From privilege companies that ain't shit to me
Tryna put my son in the palace where he can lavishly spend the work that I put in and spread it to the generations
The Siah's, when he question, that money never a mystery
[Outro]
If you get a little filth this month
You need a good filth this month
If you get a little shot of the Holy Ghost
Get a little filth of kindness
You need some Jack, Daniel or [?]
Excuse my...
Some wrong with some of you this month
You haven't had a shot
Touch your neighbours and the reason I'm happy today
I had a shot this month
Touch [?] the neighbours say "Watch, man, a little bit"
I know that happend
'Cause right now I'm finna take another shot
(It's-it's-it's-it's the Umbrella, bitch)
Sober Thoughts was written by Mickey Diamond & Josiah the Gift & Ty Farris.
Sober Thoughts was produced by Mallori Knox.