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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mackjoffatt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Poupart Michaud
Composer
Jacques-Olivier Moffatt
Songwriter
Songteksten
Wo man, I think I’m hill
Should I be taking pills?
Somebody tell Mackjo ain’t Locco
This yoyo flow, catch me like a lasso
Brain needs a rest before it gets Mo to low blow
See I think rhymes, breathe rhymes drive rhymes
Thinking about this rhyme I even fixed this time line
10 times out of nine I’ve got an urge to merge curl
My flying bird words make my feather surge further
Let me run back into my younger days
Scripting snoops lyrics I was 14 years of age
I6 years of age rap blades in my shades
A creeping rhyme stage that I underestimated
Rhyming and thinking then started mixing with some smoke
Mof Mof with a Pof Pof a super flow head rush
But then I realized flipping the scrip was just a guide
Keeping Mackjo’s drive alive
Tight squeeze runnin through my mind
Then I asked my sister Ari if she could back me up
She gave me Duet, 2 mikes and I control buck
Got me a Mack started busting spontaneous facts
Extra riming exorcism got me back on track
I realized life gave a generous hiss
This dope Dj Doc Freez came out shared my office
Hooked up with Freez threw bars like freezbees
Now feeling ease dropping these with no fees peeps
I ain’t looking for the big hit
Doing this cause I’m loving it
Plus the tight squeeze is now giving me space to breathe
So thanks To I-A- M, peace to Eminem
Love to snoop dog who hit me hard a his flow stud
Mos Def, Can’t forget your best texts
Takes away my stress mess makes me whanna guess less
And Mr. Franti you got a way of reaching me
The whay you say what you believe is giving me strength see
Black keys, you make my soul at ease
The way you tickle your strings rip drum your shit makes me flip
The roots black troop musicians in rap boots
Bring some more loops so I can sip your soul soup
All the other beat singers, rappers ease bringers
Putting their belief bigger than their structure
My mixture is moisture of your texture
My props’s your rock now I know I aint not nuts
Written by: Dominique Poupart Michaud, Jacques-Olivier Moffatt