Mike English - Dirty Mouth Lyrics

This one for the shit spitters
I think bigger
Opinions out of my orbit
F*ck me over, its futile
You lint lickers
You gotta be an inch quicker
I dream big, and grind hard, to GET RICHER
The future is english
The future is pleasing
So I live by the moment
To prepare for the feeling
Tip toe
Round limbo
Twin towers collapsing
While i'm rapping
Middle fingers stuck up
While I'm falling out the ceiling flow
Driver seat is heated
Wit the windows tinted
A nigga reinvented
Sent from heaven
Like the devil flow
I'm outta my mind
Lost track of the times
Still stuck in my ways
But always stuck to the grind
A head of my time
Anticipating my prime
Controlling they minds
Listen to me when I chime
Then watch the bodies align
I am the leader of lines
I treadmill on a rhyme
Writing out of my heart
Translate from the mind
I wake up in the evening, retrograding my mind
I flip the 6 to a 9
What i'm packing is potent
I ain't bragging
I'm boastin
I make love to the beat
My pen do the stroking
Put my two cents on a beat
To make the register open
I don't break sweats on the beat
Make em turn off the A.C
They start respecting the heat
I gotta go harder, people depending on me
I gotta be smarter
Travel places go farther
Round the world like Mr. Carter
Then come back home, give em 4000 minutes of hell
Like a thousand lil herbs
I'm absurd
They say the bird is the word
Bitch I'm great
What you heard?
I'm too strapped with these words
Military I'm the general
Militant beat animal
Lyrically cannibal
A carnivore
I'm kinda sure
Ima connoisseur
Learn from da greats
It help me conquer more

I guess time will tell
If ima dreamer or a chaser
Not just in this for the paper, but I must say
I like my bucks tall
Thon Maker
On my grind
24/8 like
Kobe from the lakers
Different anima
But the same beast
Same grind, different week
I write so damn much
Wrist flickin
Like an athlete
Passing weed
Passively
And writing shit
Every morning up at 3
I'm losing sleep
But I feel my angels watching over me
They doing overtime, just to comfort me
Even in the afterlife they notice me
I love you dearly, feel your presence
All my angels say a prayer wit me
What a feeling

What a feeling
When ya wordplay increase ya wealth
When you heal just enough to love yaself
You the only one that can help yaself
Hope for change, like a wishing well
Do me wrong
I still wish you well