Mikill Pane - Mike's Back Lyrics

Mike's back, nigga, listen up:

I get it popping like snacks in a cinema.

If life's good, celebrate, get liquored up,

But if the glass is half full, get a bigger cup.

You don't wanna get taken for a little mug,

But when the taxman comes, you've gotta give it up. Stick 'em up.

But you've got to be rich enough

To get a woman that's a fox like Vivica,

Or Serena Williams with a bigger bum.

When they see the millions, they'll give you some.

They'll agree to come round for a little fun,

But if you get little funds, you might get a pity f*ck.

I ain't saying it's only money that women love,

But I've had my fair share of gold-diggers, bruv.

Now, I'm back to the bars that my niggas love.

And I drop it on the streets like a litterbug.





I'm a ninja, cuz.

I'll leave the competition f*cked.

You'll get injured up,

Leave the competition, f*cked.

I can hardly be arsed, you're a little bum.

I've got hard to reach bars, you're a kiddy park.

I cannot be sick enough. I've been making sicker stuff.

If you don't believe me, show me where the cynics are,

Then I'll tell 'em what they had for their dinner, bruv.

'Cause if I bring a bucket, they'll bring it up.

When it comes to elbow grease, you've got a little tub,

While I put in more Greece than Ithica.

You're a pussy on the mic, so when you're ripped apart,

Don't cry over the spilt milk, lick it up.

You can focus on my art, you can pick a part;

Bet it doesn't fall apart when it's picked apart.

Going down as a legend for the literature.

And I'm back to Shakespeare's at your little darts.





This goes out to the listener.

Tell a f*cking DJ 'pull the riddim up'.

'Cause them other guys might try mimic us,

But that shit won't fly, so zip it up. Switch it up.

Rhyme Minister, U.F.o. TOwN Mayor.

Strange things happen when you go down deya.

Kids on the road out here are

Pulling out the metal like they trying to let you know about Slayer.

Dressed in all black as if they're playing in rock bands,

Selling more crack, disobeying the rock ban,

Pulling out for beef and spraying the blocks, fam.

A bullet comes cheap like you're paying in Oxfam.

They don't even know what I said.

I'm trying to move forward, even if it means over guys' heads.

Unlimited Freedom of The Ones with Nothing.

That's U.F.o. TOwN, motherf*cker. You'll love it.