I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin' through
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low, I got
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
That Misdemeanor talkin' like that chronic get you super high
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
Since ninety-two, I came to win and never lose
Be proud of yo' big-big feet
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
Break, break, b-b-break, break, break
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show
I'm slowin', the track down, so you don't miss the shit
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
When I come out get your release dates moved
Spit on break beats, make rappers lose sleep
'Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
This year you hear a real MC
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
This year you hear a real MC, when I
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
This year you hear a real MC
Joy
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
My belly out and sellin' out these venues
Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Joy, so sick
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I move
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
Now put the needle on the record, show 'n' prove
'Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Before the fame majors used to diss me
