MIC TYSON - Micky Bang: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

MIC TYSON

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MIC TYSON è stato pubblicato il 30 settembre 2025 da 10K Projects come parte dell'album MIC TYSON - Single

AlbumMIC TYSON - Single

30 settembre 2025

Etichetta10K Projects

LinguaEnglish

BPM89

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Yeah, uh

Man, hold up, I ain't playin' with these boys

Yeah, I can't lose, man

This not talk, this shit not studied

Born of creativity, the product of predatory excellence

You cower in the face of what's different and I make your skin crawl

As I should, don't check me out, uh, ay

Plenty times it been my fault, but I ain't lookin' back at it

I'm in the street bag chasin', boy, I got a bad habit

I just want my kids to grow up with the things I'm lackin' on

I keep a small circle, very few could say they tagged along

Been a while since I picked up old pieces

Stay away from simple minds, I think twice and hold speeches

Me and rhymin', you could say we somewhat cohesive

Old habits left you damaged, walked around with mad paresis

Most nights I'm sleepless talkin' shit to old demons

I see haters tryna stab, but they soft like old cleavage

I see haters still mad 'cause they know my pencil hot

Ain't my fault you can't rap and half you got that mental block

All I know is record shop, shoot you with this mental Glock

Talkin' all that shit, but smokin' rock and got that dental rot

Trust me, this ain't what you want, better check the scoreboard

So many points I ran up on 'em, I don't even keep score no more

Yeah, you don't talk to madness, trap it in the trunk and hope to kill it

I been trampled, shot, stabbed, and bashed with a fat skillet

Mad strangled, dick punched, and body slammed by Samoa Joes

Sped out, bloodied, knuckled up, all I know is toe to toe

Next up, we got, "Give me that fuckin' mic, how high are you?"

I meant how are you doin'? Don't judge me and tryna argue

I borrowed a whip to get here and that bitch isn't startin'

I slammed the hood and started smokin' like my mom do with cartons

I'm startin' shit with everybody, all black like a burglarer

Make the news front page, the mumble rap's murderer

Back like he never left, torturin' the severed heads

Stabbin' dudes in white T-shirts, I thought it looked better red

I'm goin' Fed the Glove Fits, there's no assumption

This is why your mom and dad told you not to take drug hits

I'm fucked with, so I'm only fearin' God judgment

I give out free disses like I'm rap's Warren Buffett

Speakin' of old dudes, half of these rappers old news

I keep my shit icy like a Starbucks cold brew

Busy eatin' tofu, my lady like, "I told you"

Micky Bang, AKA give that bitch a cold blue

I'm feelin', uh, Ro2, big doinks to the mad note

If you the Black Sheeps, then motherfucker, I'm a black goat

Boy, I get to poppin' my shit like an abscess

I remember the days when I would practice on my homeboy's mattress

So think twice, scenarios 'fore you go to fuck with me

We're talkin' 'bout a guy who dissed

And severed you people comfortably

Same ones who fucked with me, same ones who underneath

The first half could've rapped, the other half ain't done enough to speak

I do rap like stepchilds with stinky fingers, body slammed

Turn you bitches off like a crooked cop body cam

Invite you out to eat, I slip your drink and drag you to the morgue

Then gut your ass with a hatchet like an Insane Clown Posse fan

I slip Klonopin and deem myself a proper man

Gather up my haters and castrate 'em in a stalker van

Rap carnivore, oh, got the Carter IV

Pissed off enough to pull this pipe out and start a war

The rest of 'em who made it out alive are fatherin'

Learn from them mistakes, you can't beat me, I ain't botherin'

The godfather of slaughterin' anybody that

Think they better than me and jotted the bill to follow it

You gettin' left like coleslaw at the barbecue trick

Name a RGV rapper that's goin' harder than this

I hardly give in, yeah, I don't care what you thinkin'

Just know this flow gettin' wetter than the Henn' that you drinkin'

It's goin' down like the Titanic, I'm quite manic

So why panic if this fucker's climatic?

A high addict and vanish and you can plan it

This my planet, motherfucker, so I can it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Pick your fuckin' dukes up

This round two

Round two, I don't wanna hear none of that shit

You wasn't sayin' that shit

Yeah, yeah, let's fight, yeah

Show these rappers who the fuck Optimus Prime is

The vengeance of a villain still gon' end with lots of violence

I start flowin', it's the endin' of the movie like a climax

26, but still dope ones to play like it's a SkyJack

Assign with salaries, vocalize our gallery

Stay charged up like a Harley battery

Plenty times I gamble, but to me, I don't think dice a thing

Married to the rap game, you would think I fuckin' priced a ring

Flow sicker than HIV in an old timer

Quick cash like rock sellin' in pole climbers

Get bread like deliveries to an old diner

Legend 'til I'm moldin' gray like elder age wine whiners

Orichi Maru, strike you like a pit viper

Nuts draggin' like I'm fuckin' chillin' in a piss diaper

Want my flow back, they'd inject it like a Bic lighter

Chris Kyle with the sniffles, I'm a sick sniper

The industry's a bad joke, I get insider

I rap like this all day, just a bit brighter

So take my kindness for weakness and feel some Christopher Reeves

I'm John Wick with a toothpick when I get pissed like your readers

Lyrical genius, I'm Edward the Dauphin

The pinnacle of no survivors gone through epic proportions

I drop zines and say wet like the fish is the ocean

I'm eternally the best at this, yeah, time stay frozen

I've been bored of my lines, this shit get harder at times

I chose to stab this shit in the dark like the coroner's blind

Four at a time, huh, grab a hold of your spine

And squeeze until you know your verse isn't colder than mine

Yeah, I did this one for my older brother

Slow 'til you know I got the dope, motherfucker

Just a wiz kid, dope cat, also known as scumbag

But talk to me bad and get slapped with my cum rag

End it off with this ain't 8 Mile, check your fate now

Micky Bang from limbo, bitch, I hit you 'til you stay down

Lay down 'cause this a real life trick

Uh, yeah, and you ain't fuckin' with this

So come on

If it was up to you, my spot would be vacated

But as long as my heart's filled with the strength

Of a thousand bison chargin' into the sunset

You respect what you cannot defeat or suffer the fuckin' consequences

I am Apollo in the flesh

I breathe for this shit, how you gon' take it from me?

Be a cold day in Hell

Better talk to somebody, get the fuck out

My face 'fore you get hurt in this bitch

Yeah

Written by: mackenzie ian airdo

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