ICM - MICHELANGELO Lyrics

Yeah, on my ninja turtle flow
Caprese baby, you could call me Michelangelo
Masterpiece baby, ain't that hot? Who knew you could be so cold?
Please baby, this right here is nothing, you should see my home

Gee baby, you don't even know me. Who you calling homie?
Who's at home when you're lonely? Nobodys home with the homies
So, who's who? And who's phony? I'd hate to have to control me
I got these riches but lately these money trees made 'em shady

So please baby, don't even make me
I didn't want to kill 'em
But if they really wanna mash
I'll go and spill em like serum

I got the button, I'll mash
Hadouken, head to the ceiling
Left, left, right, pass, I'm ooping Bron on you
Windmilling on your ass

Talking shit and kicking ass
I'll do whatever, yeah I'm crass
I'll say my piece, and then you'll laugh

But I just say it how I feel it
Can't forget that what you're hearing
It will last, what you're feeling's
In the past (tsk) they'll never get it

When I give a (uh)
That's just what we'll never see (nah)
I can't compare you
When you're right there standing next to me

Maybe what I'm made to be
Is made of what I made believe
So if I made it here, I made a dreamer
Cause it came from me

I'm on a different range, you see? (pew)
Arranging different frequencies (yeah)
All to put your brain at ease and
All I did was play some keys (huh)

I never aim to please
But if I did, I'm aiming for your knees
My only C notes now
Are mixed with blues and greens

So what's the deal? Where's the bill?
No flour, just want a mill
On the real, don't appeal
I ain't going for the kill

On the real, how you feel
Don't make sense or dollar bills
You can waste your time
While I'm busy chilling in the hills

Yeah, on my ninja turtle flow
Caprese baby, you could call me Michelangelo
Masterpiece baby, ain't that hot? Who knew you could be so cold?
Please baby, this right here is nothing, you should see my home

Gee baby, you don't even know me. Who you calling homie?
Who's at home when you're lonely? Nobodys home with the homies
So, who's who? And who's phony? I'd hate to have to control me
I got these riches but lately these money trees made 'em shady