Be Like Mic Lyrics
| Song | Be Like Mic |
| Artist | Mic Geronimo |
| Album | Vendetta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : McDermott, Riley, Williams | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Master divisor, colder as I grew wiser | |
| Fool the world like Keyser, see they stuck 85ers | |
| With science, move and use complete silence | |
| Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron | |
| I'm here, but I still ain't seen nobody come near | |
| To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare | |
| Bustin two up in the air, then the rest you got | |
| And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop | |
| When I drop it's only to put it to excellency status | |
| See, we here to run it all with eight other planets | |
| But I'm on till it's gone, understand it | |
| Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic | |
| Magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why | |
| I can fly | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Lexus and Benzes every color | |
| Push a Hummer in the butters | |
| Go to Miami in the summer months | |
| Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once | |
| Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket | |
| Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms | |
| Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats | |
| Everybody know we get it on like that | |
| With assorted firearm bulletproof to match | |
| Teflon ??? my fitting baseball hat | |
| While my ladies carry .380s in front of they snatch | |
| And we makin all this caper but never givin it back | |
| It's amazin how I put it all together with rap | |
| 1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map | |
| See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why | |
| I can fly | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Either you down or you isn't in this game for the wins | |
| Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends | |
| Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims | |
| ****in with Washingtons while i'm holdin on the Benz | |
| Pen's like a lens, so it's clear | |
| Bless you in your dome with the chrome | |
| Bring the flavor to your ear | |
| Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear | |
| Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn't try to come near | |
| See, it's magic what I'm doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y'all wonderin why | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| I believe I can fly |
| zuo ci : McDermott, Riley, Williams | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Master divisor, colder as I grew wiser | |
| Fool the world like Keyser, see they stuck 85ers | |
| With science, move and use complete silence | |
| Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron | |
| I' m here, but I still ain' t seen nobody come near | |
| To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare | |
| Bustin two up in the air, then the rest you got | |
| And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop | |
| When I drop it' s only to put it to excellency status | |
| See, we here to run it all with eight other planets | |
| But I' m on till it' s gone, understand it | |
| Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic | |
| Magic what I' m doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y' all wonderin why | |
| I can fly | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Lexus and Benzes every color | |
| Push a Hummer in the butters | |
| Go to Miami in the summer months | |
| Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once | |
| Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket | |
| Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms | |
| Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats | |
| Everybody know we get it on like that | |
| With assorted firearm bulletproof to match | |
| Teflon nbsp??? my fitting baseball hat | |
| While my ladies carry . 380s in front of they snatch | |
| And we makin all this caper but never givin it back | |
| It' s amazin how I put it all together with rap | |
| 1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map | |
| See, it' s magic what I' m doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y' all wonderin why | |
| I can fly | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Either you down or you isn' t in this game for the wins | |
| Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends | |
| Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims | |
| in with Washingtons while i' m holdin on the Benz | |
| Pen' s like a lens, so it' s clear | |
| Bless you in your dome with the chrome | |
| Bring the flavor to your ear | |
| Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear | |
| Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn' t try to come near | |
| See, it' s magic what I' m doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y' all wonderin why | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| I believe I can fly |
| zuò cí : McDermott, Riley, Williams | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Master divisor, colder as I grew wiser | |
| Fool the world like Keyser, see they stuck 85ers | |
| With science, move and use complete silence | |
| Niggas are God recognizin that we run earth with iron | |
| I' m here, but I still ain' t seen nobody come near | |
| To the heat so severe it leave you scorched from a flare | |
| Bustin two up in the air, then the rest you got | |
| And God forbid these niggas ever make my hustlin stop | |
| When I drop it' s only to put it to excellency status | |
| See, we here to run it all with eight other planets | |
| But I' m on till it' s gone, understand it | |
| Performin to the warm hugs and slugs and feel the storm kinda tragic | |
| Magic what I' m doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y' all wonderin why | |
| I can fly | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Lexus and Benzes every color | |
| Push a Hummer in the butters | |
| Go to Miami in the summer months | |
| Crush ice Rolly seemed like my brother once | |
| Chillin on my arm, dippin in my pocket | |
| Hold a 40, Benz inside my palms | |
| Duplexes, east and west coast, plus the flats | |
| Everybody know we get it on like that | |
| With assorted firearm bulletproof to match | |
| Teflon nbsp??? my fitting baseball hat | |
| While my ladies carry . 380s in front of they snatch | |
| And we makin all this caper but never givin it back | |
| It' s amazin how I put it all together with rap | |
| 1000s of listeners everywhere that fall on the map | |
| See, it' s magic what I' m doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y' all wonderin why | |
| I can fly | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Yo, I believe I can fly | |
| Either you down or you isn' t in this game for the wins | |
| Stackin the compensates and livin straight for the ends | |
| Hittin skins, luxury Sedans with the rims | |
| in with Washingtons while i' m holdin on the Benz | |
| Pen' s like a lens, so it' s clear | |
| Bless you in your dome with the chrome | |
| Bring the flavor to your ear | |
| Appear to make these willies reconsider the fear | |
| Rhymin for nothin these niggas shouldn' t try to come near | |
| See, it' s magic what I' m doin, anybody get touched | |
| Everybody suffer the feelings of loss too much | |
| All abuzz how we do it, how we touchin the sky | |
| Holdin more, this is for all of y' all wonderin why | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| Everybody wanna be like Mic | |
| I believe I can fly |
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