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b5. mickeys [raps]

from (sub​)​conscious by VIK

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I was just thinking and plotting/
bobbing my head to the beats knocking/
from the womb to the coffin/
my whole life passing I'm just watching.. but fuck that/
hit the clinic for a dub sack/ lean back into stasis watching brak/
half sleep... mad weeded since last week/
drinking Arizona green tea and playing tony hawk from 03’/
low key in the cut... my white owls overstuffed/
I'm calling your bluff.. you a busta... a sucka.. I can see that from a mile away/
what can I say... I got a sixth sense/
nag champa incenses burning while I commence to drop immense amount of beats/
never no fuck shit... nothing weak.. don't sweat the technique/high like the peak of mount fuji/
eating sushi with a bourgie hoochie talking bout she wanna do me......
I never knew it could be like this/
I had crazy visions off the spliff/
lazy written spittin' over some comfy shit/ bummy fits... busted whips... sitting back taking mickey sips..
I always knew that I would prevail/
making moves never spoke on no details/
working retail so I could have a little scratch to buy records and weed/
never gave a shit about who was ahead of me just always tried to be a better me/
did it without a dad or a gimmick... just lived it/comfy shit I know niggas feel it/
I don't even need the props staying active so I don't become trapped in this box/ ever sold rocks just sold beats that knocked and rocked/ spots .... smoking crops.

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I was just thinking and plotting/
bobbing my head to the beats knocking/
from the womb to the coffin/
my whole life passing I'm just watching.. but fuck that/
hit the clinic for a dub sack /lean back into stasis watching brak/
half sleep... mad weeded since last week/
drinking Arizona green tea and playing tony hawk from 03’/
low-key in the cut... my white owls overstuffed/
I'm calling your bluff.. you a busta... a sucka.. I can see that from a mile away/
what can I say... I got a sixth sense/
Nag Champa incenses burning while I commence to drop immense amount of beats/
never no fuck shit... nothing weak.. don't sweat the technique/high like the peak of mount fuji/
eating sushi with a bourgie hoochie talking bout she wanna do me......
I never knew it could be like this/
I had crazy visions off the spliff/
lazy writtens spittin over some comfy shit/ bummy fits... busted whips... sitting back taking mickey sips..
I always knew that I would prevail/
making moves never spoke on no details/
working retail so I could have a little scratch to buy records and weed/
never gave a shit about who was ahead of me just always tried to be a better me/
did it without a dad or a gimmick... just lived it/comfy shit I know niggas feel it/
I don't even need the props staying active so I don't become trapped in this box/
ever sold rocks just sold beats that
knocked and rocked spots.. smoking crops

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from (sub​)​conscious, released September 20, 2015

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