Miles Monk - The Spirit of Andre Colvin Lyrics

Sorry for the long wait
Fans got nerves on my holiday
Put a smile smirk on the martyr's face
Long break but I'm still potent
Rap game tried closing the gates but they still open
Played on my first but then the game came out the works
People sayin' you insane on the verse
I took it in stride the compliment was strong
Enough to help compliment charms on my arm
Gold on the strong is sick
Known for the penmanship
Hip Hop is slow but you know I replenish it
Bring back the lyricists
Heart heavy enough to kill this shit (Bang!)
Words slurred I swerve and wrote slow
I wreck mics so much I'm covered by Geico (Whoa!)
Smoke weed if you feel like coughin'
Test me you in that coffin still coughin'
Buried alive then I bury ya mom ya kids ya wife
And everyone you say that ya love
I can turn angels to dust
I got rhymes for every wack rapper thinkin' they better than us
(Whoa!, WHOA!)
I'm spazzin' and I'm feelin' flustered
Let me slow it down for you simple-minded muthaf*ckas
Puffin' on a pound, LSD got me seein' colors
I'ma let that trunk pop and bass knock 'cause I'm southern
Yeah I got a dope flow like no other
F*ck yo handshake we ain't brothas
F*ck yo last tape, I got four bars that'll lock me up for yo murda
All it take is one rhyme, one punchline
I'm the big bad bully in the lunch line
Bill Withers was right about yo career, there "Ain't No Sunshine"
Sit back and watch son shine
Yeah, you can hate but I don't mind
I flow so deep and I got good credit why the f*ck I need a co-sign
Cosa Nostra, La Familia
Lost my brotha now I'm back to kill ya
Can't see his face but I got his spirit
And I put it all over this track, can you hear it?
Yeah, can you hear it?
Yeah, can you hear it?