YellowStones
Mike Firm
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[Verse 1: Mike Firm]
Face Off, Hell In a Cell/
Archer and Castor, Travolta in a Cage/
Pull the hammer pull up with the shoulder straps just in case/
Closed on Sundays, playing chicken with these lames/
It’s all fun and games till you bleedin’ from the face/
Run faster than you’ve ever ran and never seen again/
Holla at your boy, if you stacking up your green/
Otherwise, counter-ops, shoot you at the scene/
Cash cow, cash cabs, schemes, do it for the cream/
Making moves, big things, turning dreams to reality/
[Chorus]
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfuckеr, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Rеvolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Revolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
[Bridge 1: Mike Firm]
You gotta lotta energy…
Take a stand, fuck em up, lay em down to rest/
[Verse 2: The Rev]
I got those friends bending fabric of reality/
Growing up around, synthetic rocks and mockery/
We spittin bars that got you twistin' insanity/
Burros full of wealth, right next to poverty/
But something’s been bothering me/
Making amends, with my motherfuckin' ancestry /
And they keep tellin' me, that it ends in calamity/
Call me The Rev, I’ll pray for ya mortality/
[Verse 3: Tako Picasso]
You know me, Tako on the beat/
Ice on my wrists but she stays in heat/
Can’t get enough, no reciprocity/
Right left car swervin’ lights on GG/
In the streets rockin’ my Nike OGs/
Dogs eatin’ but don’t fall asleep/
Cuz one day you get got/
When you face da 9 milli-me/
Go ahead and say hi to God for me/
[Verse 4: Betty Hope]
Call me Betty, I'm a deviant vixen/
This track is like your girl, ‘cause I sure am getting licks in/
A woman that can produce and rap, let's do this/
Baby, I twist your mind like a rubix cubist/
So shake, shake, shake that spunky ass/
‘Cause just like the railroad, I run these tracks/
It’s fucking insane, don't care about money or fame/
Honey just wait, this will be changing the game/
[Verse 5: Young Vistra]
Huh? I take you ain't ever heard great-ness/
They better fear me, shuffle up, play-list/
I'm just a brown kid from Detroit, talkin them faces/
They too afraid to follow tracks, they switchin' races/
How you a chicken cockblocking yo self, It make no sense/
You must be drinking lemon-aid, yea you needing the help/
End the call, I been losing minutes wasting my breath/
Fuck em all, loner droppin' soon, these bitches can wait/
[Bridge 2: Mike Firm]
You gotta lotta/
You gotta lotta/
You gotta lotta energy you better fuck em' up/
[Verse 7: Kenshin]
Bagong Hukbong Bayan and we taking the streets/
We got peasants, we got workers, and the petty bourgeoisie/
U.S. Imperialist, number one terrorist/
I’m Kenshin the demon slayer, meet your five foot exorcist/
I’m back on the attack enemies/
Fall back with Tatlong and Mike Firm 1%’s stabbed and jacked/
We playing the long game, patience with steady aim/
Our words are lighting fires, settin’ oppressors ablazed/
[Bridge 3: Mike Firm]
The rhymes are swift with the pain/
So is my gun when I aim/
Listen to my words, cutting out the snake/
No false idols in the game/
[Chorus]
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Revolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Revolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
[Verse 8: Mike Firm]
We told you we don’t miss/
Miss us with the shit/
Run it up with the teller, bank fold grands/
Hit a lick, crack the safe, riding on the waves/
Globetrotters from the world knocks bass in the whip/
Figure it out, before you lose everything/
I’m coming for you and your honor and your name/
I had a lot of hate, anger in my veins/
Careful what you ask for I got red in the paint, listen/
Face Off, Hell In a Cell/
Archer and Castor, Travolta in a Cage/
Pull the hammer pull up with the shoulder straps just in case/
Closed on Sundays, playing chicken with these lames/
It’s all fun and games till you bleedin’ from the face/
Run faster than you’ve ever ran and never seen again/
Holla at your boy, if you stacking up your green/
Otherwise, counter-ops, shoot you at the scene/
Cash cow, cash cabs, schemes, do it for the cream/
Making moves, big things, turning dreams to reality/
[Chorus]
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfuckеr, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Rеvolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Revolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
[Bridge 1: Mike Firm]
You gotta lotta energy…
Take a stand, fuck em up, lay em down to rest/
[Verse 2: The Rev]
I got those friends bending fabric of reality/
Growing up around, synthetic rocks and mockery/
We spittin bars that got you twistin' insanity/
Burros full of wealth, right next to poverty/
But something’s been bothering me/
Making amends, with my motherfuckin' ancestry /
And they keep tellin' me, that it ends in calamity/
Call me The Rev, I’ll pray for ya mortality/
[Verse 3: Tako Picasso]
You know me, Tako on the beat/
Ice on my wrists but she stays in heat/
Can’t get enough, no reciprocity/
Right left car swervin’ lights on GG/
In the streets rockin’ my Nike OGs/
Dogs eatin’ but don’t fall asleep/
Cuz one day you get got/
When you face da 9 milli-me/
Go ahead and say hi to God for me/
[Verse 4: Betty Hope]
Call me Betty, I'm a deviant vixen/
This track is like your girl, ‘cause I sure am getting licks in/
A woman that can produce and rap, let's do this/
Baby, I twist your mind like a rubix cubist/
So shake, shake, shake that spunky ass/
‘Cause just like the railroad, I run these tracks/
It’s fucking insane, don't care about money or fame/
Honey just wait, this will be changing the game/
[Verse 5: Young Vistra]
Huh? I take you ain't ever heard great-ness/
They better fear me, shuffle up, play-list/
I'm just a brown kid from Detroit, talkin them faces/
They too afraid to follow tracks, they switchin' races/
How you a chicken cockblocking yo self, It make no sense/
You must be drinking lemon-aid, yea you needing the help/
End the call, I been losing minutes wasting my breath/
Fuck em all, loner droppin' soon, these bitches can wait/
[Bridge 2: Mike Firm]
You gotta lotta/
You gotta lotta/
You gotta lotta energy you better fuck em' up/
[Verse 7: Kenshin]
Bagong Hukbong Bayan and we taking the streets/
We got peasants, we got workers, and the petty bourgeoisie/
U.S. Imperialist, number one terrorist/
I’m Kenshin the demon slayer, meet your five foot exorcist/
I’m back on the attack enemies/
Fall back with Tatlong and Mike Firm 1%’s stabbed and jacked/
We playing the long game, patience with steady aim/
Our words are lighting fires, settin’ oppressors ablazed/
[Bridge 3: Mike Firm]
The rhymes are swift with the pain/
So is my gun when I aim/
Listen to my words, cutting out the snake/
No false idols in the game/
[Chorus]
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Revolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
You gotta lotta energy you better stand up/
I’m a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up/
You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss/
Revolutionaries told and the hitters don’t miss/
[Verse 8: Mike Firm]
We told you we don’t miss/
Miss us with the shit/
Run it up with the teller, bank fold grands/
Hit a lick, crack the safe, riding on the waves/
Globetrotters from the world knocks bass in the whip/
Figure it out, before you lose everything/
I’m coming for you and your honor and your name/
I had a lot of hate, anger in my veins/
Careful what you ask for I got red in the paint, listen/
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