Mr. Mike Songtext
von Mike Boyd

Now gather round, gather round
I′m the new man on the streets in your town
You're the new man that′s bringing me down
I'm the new man 'bout to even it out

Yeah weed in a pouch
Your bees in the trap, my V′s on the couch
Sitting back relaxed with the TV remote
I′m a stay at home dad cleaning the house

Yeah read all about it
Me back on the scene is like seeing a ghost
Haters who hate it got their feet in their mouth
Each of my foes can get it dick deep to the throat
I'm a hungry motherfucker putting meat on my bones
You don′t wanna bring the records better leave it at home
Yeah the weed got me feeling good like Nina Simone
Excuse me I need to go take a seat on my throne


Now do you people want it?
Yup yup then I'mma give it to you
If you want it
Yup yup then I′mma give it to you
Okay I got it
Yup yup okay give it to you
Let me introduce you to Mr. Mike

Yeah what a day, what a day
I'm the old man make you question your faith
You′re the old man need to exit the place
I'm the old man still checking the crates

Yeah I'm rocking the place
You swear you found God like you been talking to Mase
Sick days got my bars dark and my pay
I been off getting high with spark in deep space

I′m at the bottom of the chain
But can′t stop until I'm at the top of the ranks
Haters who hate it got ′em walking the plank
Checks from an angel getting dropped in my bank
I'm a hungry motherfucker not a spot on my plate
Don′t you dare try to get all Tupac in my face
Yeah people like to say that I'm awkward and strange
And I hop on the stage and they′re shocked and amazed


Now do you people want it?
Yup yup then I'mma give it to you
If you want it
Yup yup then I'mma give it to you
Okay I got it
Yup yup okay give it to you
Let me introduce you to Mr. Mike

In conclusion I′d like to thank you for joining me
Who would′ve thought a human is what I was born to be
Turn off the radio stop following accordingly
People hear my shit and think it's a form of sorcery
I keep on working ′til I can afford a secretary
But by that time I'll probably already be dead and buried
The middle brother yeah I′m sick of being secondary
But every day I thank God rapping is hereditary
I try to capture the moment like Instagram

My job's a gamble when you got no pension plan
How am I supposed to focus with no attention span
Fuck being a hangman I′m not just here to lend a hand

Do you people want it?
Now do you people want it?
Yup yup then I'mma give it to you
If you want it
Yup yup then I'mma give it to you
Okay I got it
Yup yup okay give it to you
Let me introduce you to Mr. Mike