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Ionic Video (MV)




Performed By: Michael George
Length: 2:16
Written by: Michael George, Michael Mfarej




Michael George - Ionic Lyrics




This shit is metaphysical, a style that's original
Competition infinitesimal through my spectacles
I be conceptual, metaphorically impressionable
Lil what? Condemnable, unacceptable, check the entrance from

Young MG from the ABE
These measures cut so deep they could dissect your spleen
My vision here is vivid got me bursting at the seems
Neurochemistry unique due to the addict gene

Today I see that the money never looking clean
Cuz it's always dirty hands reaching out for charity
Their lack of novelty really does disparage me
Its predictable in this scene so spare me please

But when I'm on the mic I got the stamina
Not of an amateur, cause a massacre
With my vernacular, an actual tactical
Collapse of the factions of the wackest rappers, bruh

Let me tell you a little something that ya man finds ironic
They say the white boy can't rap, stick to biologics
But my wrist cranks out rhymes like the shits bionic
They'll use my notes to teach these future rappers phonics

So, if you sit and doubt MG man that's just moronic
On the beat I'm charged up, call the track ionic
Just an average dude who really ain't about the violence
But my clique pack sticks modded with electronics

They say I'm the prophet and regardless of the topic
Each bar pop shots when I'm dropping off the noggin
I said I'm not hopping on the lot if I ain't copping shit
My opposition copy shit that's why they steady flopping shit

Blowing crops in this metropolis, ya see it obvious
That rumors grow to tumors when you're prolific in the populace
I stay honest it's why I'm hardly modest
Ain't moving rocks like onyx, but I'm a f*cking lyricist

What I can say mother f*cker getting paid, mother f*cker getting made, but I'm never getting played
Came up in the game and I'm here to stay and I'm made to be great, they made for the grave
Sit and name names of lames to be slayed, when beef's the stake I'm Kobe in the paint
Quick when i spit that could put ya to shame, change ya pace or ya in last place

Doom and gloom for them real soon, I step in the room remove trash like a broom
You can assume that the dude be new but never defeated just counted i got two
Fungal flow tripping on my words like shrooms, your Brainstems shorter than my fuse
And I refuse to lose when wins assume to just become your defeats too

F*ck it, thats the way life be
But today I crave music that makes me
Critically question what morality means
To the me of today and the me to be

It's hard to be the judge when you see
Society lose humanity in 2018
But, whenever there's someone with a stage at their feet
Always question the motive that burns down deep
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This shit is metaphysical, a style that's original
Competition infinitesimal through my spectacles
I be conceptual, metaphorically impressionable
Lil what? Condemnable, unacceptable, check the entrance from

Young MG from the ABE
These measures cut so deep they could dissect your spleen
My vision here is vivid got me bursting at the seems
Neurochemistry unique due to the addict gene

Today I see that the money never looking clean
Cuz it's always dirty hands reaching out for charity
Their lack of novelty really does disparage me
Its predictable in this scene so spare me please

But when I'm on the mic I got the stamina
Not of an amateur, cause a massacre
With my vernacular, an actual tactical
Collapse of the factions of the wackest rappers, bruh

Let me tell you a little something that ya man finds ironic
They say the white boy can't rap, stick to biologics
But my wrist cranks out rhymes like the shits bionic
They'll use my notes to teach these future rappers phonics

So, if you sit and doubt MG man that's just moronic
On the beat I'm charged up, call the track ionic
Just an average dude who really ain't about the violence
But my clique pack sticks modded with electronics

They say I'm the prophet and regardless of the topic
Each bar pop shots when I'm dropping off the noggin
I said I'm not hopping on the lot if I ain't copping shit
My opposition copy shit that's why they steady flopping shit

Blowing crops in this metropolis, ya see it obvious
That rumors grow to tumors when you're prolific in the populace
I stay honest it's why I'm hardly modest
Ain't moving rocks like onyx, but I'm a f*cking lyricist

What I can say mother f*cker getting paid, mother f*cker getting made, but I'm never getting played
Came up in the game and I'm here to stay and I'm made to be great, they made for the grave
Sit and name names of lames to be slayed, when beef's the stake I'm Kobe in the paint
Quick when i spit that could put ya to shame, change ya pace or ya in last place

Doom and gloom for them real soon, I step in the room remove trash like a broom
You can assume that the dude be new but never defeated just counted i got two
Fungal flow tripping on my words like shrooms, your Brainstems shorter than my fuse
And I refuse to lose when wins assume to just become your defeats too

F*ck it, thats the way life be
But today I crave music that makes me
Critically question what morality means
To the me of today and the me to be

It's hard to be the judge when you see
Society lose humanity in 2018
But, whenever there's someone with a stage at their feet
Always question the motive that burns down deep
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Writer: Michael George, Michael Mfarej
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