For Swedish viewers:
Läs inte texten, låten är ej färdig, skall recorda skiten inom kort :)
Don't read the text, song is unfinished, will record it soon
[Intro]
"Mic check, one, two. Aight, it's on. Get ready. Yep, yep, yep, ye. Yeah. I'm 'bout to drop some shit on this one. Some dope shit, you know what I'm saying. Aight, check it. It's, the..."
[Verse 1]
MC Mets
Better, wiser, stronger than the New York Jets
And I've got more tuna than you'll ever see
So if you trynna be, some repulsive G, my tip is die or flee
Before I start practising my full-blown killing spree
So start listening up for I'll enlighten you
I'm spitting rhymes and telling facts that will reveal what's true
You know..
You see I've got no job, I'm living on the dole
Getting money doing nothing is my only goal
That's my philosophy
That's how I get around
That's how I'm capable of making tracks with badass sound
And I'm the truest G, open your eyes and see
I'm a man of danger bro you shouldn't fuck with me
[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
I'm feeling like King Kong
Everything's going strong
Making the sickest song
Can't see what can go wrong
Through all the stocks and shares I've got the money I need
Do whatever that I want being a gangsta Swede
You know I'm Mets the killa, a sick drug deala
Hit me up on skype I be the silverback gorilla
A, ye, you know the deal, there is nothing I conceal
I is be rapping about my dough through a flawless sounding flow
Cus I'm a cool white kid, with much time on my hands
Chilling as I age thinking 'bout my future plans
Should I keep living like I do is what I ask myself each day
If I do it then next stop is gonna be the Gitmo Bay
Because the cops trynna chase, but have a look at my pace
They thought they'd catch me soon but obviously that's not the case
Cus I'm the real MC, open your eyes and see
I'm a man of danger bro you shouldn't fuck with me
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Yep, yep, yo, yep
Check it
Check it
Check, check, check, check, check it
Yo I ain't trippin' over nothing, never truly slippin'
Except for whack school stuff that I'm occassionally skippin'
See my whole life revolves 'round the goodie, goodie stuff
Rappe Lime, gym, booze, marijuana and the puff
Whacka whacka wow
How you like me now
Being the fastest rapper this world ever seen, only limit is the sky
What did I just say, sigh
Yes I am that kind of guy
Who's even faster rapping gibberish when I'm super high
Yeah it's true I never lie, getting a lambo might be nigh
But don't be jelly, please don't cry
Else I'll see you in my next drive-by
You know my steez, a genius with cheese
And some trees, which is used to put my mind, at ease
So it's nice and all is perfectly fine
Feeling safe when I'm out bustin', chillin' with my nine
What else can I say, that's how I'm livin' everyday
Since I'm never skippin' legs everything's gon' be okay
So now you know about my story, eighteen years of glory
I hope for many more but you can never be too sure
Cause I'm the truest known MC, and the deadliest OG
I'd like to tell you all that you should never fuck with me
[Outro]
Yo, yo
That's how I'm living, that's how it is
Ye...
Lamont Coleman, a.k.a. Big L, rest in peace, homie, I miss you
A big shoutout to all the fans, all across the globe
With special thanks to my Danish Producer , yo, what's going on man?
(Det e godt, jeg bara hader alla fucking fake ass gangsters)
Haha, ye
Fucking fake ass gangsters
Ya'll better reconsider before steppin' up to the MC Mets, you know what I'm saying
And to all my peeps out there
Remember
Stay cool, be chill, feel fine
And most importantly
Keep it real
//Song not finished, author of this thread is doing a song right now for fun, please do not remove because unfinished. Contact e-mail if any questions
