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I am me
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Tell me what y'all think of this, both positive and negative any reaction will do!
I'm Mike Mercer/the originial native curser/
over d'ed on these words and verses/like a thief with the worst cusres/to snatch ladies purses/and run into them churches/to hide out from the hearses.
So when I capatalize/what a surprise/you despise/and you think youre so wise/so you cut me down to size/and you plan my demise/but I've heard thru the grapevine that I'm the top prize!
M-I-K-E/and you aint gon' believe what I'ma do from coast to coast and sea to shining sea/I'll make you haters believe.
Come see me at the show/where I'm slapping like 30 or 40 ho's/
next thing you know I'm going gold,
Cause aint no one matching me, other rappers? I'm out rappin 'em/ and now I'm going platinium.
I'm not a square I'm a hexagon/damnit I'm flexing wrong/Marvin's askin what's going on/so tell him mom!
I was born two weeks late and ass first/I spit so many rhymes my tougne hurts/and I feel like my mind just might burst
A lyrical test?/I'll make you a lyrical mess/and stress you MC's till you lyrical-less/I'm mirically blessed/to be the best/and to bust rhymes till there's none left/which wont happen until my death/now I try to catch my breath,
''WAIT! WE GOT CONVICTIONS, SPECULATIONS, CONDITIONS, STIPUALAIONS-''/I dont care you cant stop me in any situation!
Cause I'm that mad double 'M'/master of paper and pen/I do it again, I'm gonna overload ya/and over expose ya/I'm an American Soulja.
I'm searchin for Osama/osama yo momma/I hear he's fuckin a lama/you heard I'm fuckin your baby's momma.
Each of my bones is a microphone/I'll dis myself in a rap if I'm alone.
Like the fact that my arms are too thin/I got more hair on my stomach than I got on my chin/and I cant stop commitin these sins.
But if I'm surrounded by others/I'll dis 'em all like my mother, my father, my sister and my twin little brother!
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I'm gonna get you punch drunk from drinking the punch from the back of the lunch truck and it'd be some dumb luck if I called you a dumb fuck and you lost your footing and fell like you was me...a drunk duck! -Yung Native '03'
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