ICON Remix by M Dymez Lyrics
I bet they didn’t see me comin’
I’m the Greek the Freek
They goin’ need armies
Don’t even need 300
Yah it’s all me and myself like Irene’s husband
When you close your eyes you better see something
Never treat my dreams like they mean nothing
When we come “Colin” (calling) we goin’ do more than just “kneel” on ‘em
Man I’ve been cooking since I was a youngin’, easy oven
Country Grammar was the first cd I purchased
Yah you better “B leave” (believe) like “c” comes second
Straight A’s and I ain’t been to one lesson, woo!
I been done stressin’, fuck credentials
Yah I always “B. Comm”
But the only letters I need on my business card are my initials
Signed on the dotted line, so it’s official
Always pay my debts
But a lion ain’t my sigil
I used to sit around like I was waiting for a signal
Making all these youngins my “sons” I am “Geppetto”
If you “saw” what I “wood” do you wouldn’t “live” to tell ‘em
I keep it “real boy,” get it?
Do I have to say Pinocchio for you to understand the reference?
After ten years I’m better than the day I left it
Came out the hyperbolic time chamber a seasoned veteran
Any dollar or dime I’d wager I’d never bet against
Me to lose I eat W’s for breakfast
It’s 2 in the morning and the night is still young for me
Better ask for ID
If Interscope heard me they would have to sign me
If OVO heard me they would have to sign me
If DJ Khaled hear me he would have to sign me
And ask me for another one right after I agree
Every bitch I meet, takes pics like Kylie
Eyebrows and lips like Kylie
I mean big ass and hips like Kylie
See!
She looks just like Kylie
Man that shit mystifies me
So high you have to squint to find me
Found myself a good girl
So I dodge when chicks try to come kiss on my cheek
Curve game strong
You can’t pitch in my league
The throne too high you can’t sit in seat
Queen’s Park and Bloor wave hi Hakiki
“Just Jump” just finished rewind and repeat
You thought I was done, I’m just getting started man
Yeah I am the “one,”
Mr. Triple Double Robertson
Said this before I’m an alien I’m not a man
You couldn’t touch me if you tried like a hologram
All I do is win, badda boom badda bing
Tell me who or what is hotter not someone, not a thing
Keep ‘em coming back for more like I got ‘em on a string
M Dymez
Yeah it’s gotta nice ring
To it
I can rap over anything
Never skip a beat
Stay woke while I do this in my sleep
I’ve been “In-N-Out” for years
But my return is permanent
Go “hamburger” on the beat
Till I murder it
“Animal style,”
Then the mic gets “fried” when it’s my turn to spit
Then I air the booth out after as a courtesy
Play the instrumental watch me perform surgery
Ah
So this is where it all begins
Shout out to 93.5 for the spin
I’m on “the move” now, slowing down just ain’t a thing
Next time maybe they’ll shout my name out after it ends
Won’t stop till I’m a motherfucking icon
I just went off like a time bomb
I think it’s time for me to sign off
I just wrecked this beat it’s a write off
I’m the Greek the Freek
They goin’ need armies
Don’t even need 300
Yah it’s all me and myself like Irene’s husband
When you close your eyes you better see something
Never treat my dreams like they mean nothing
When we come “Colin” (calling) we goin’ do more than just “kneel” on ‘em
Man I’ve been cooking since I was a youngin’, easy oven
Country Grammar was the first cd I purchased
Yah you better “B leave” (believe) like “c” comes second
Straight A’s and I ain’t been to one lesson, woo!
I been done stressin’, fuck credentials
Yah I always “B. Comm”
But the only letters I need on my business card are my initials
Signed on the dotted line, so it’s official
Always pay my debts
But a lion ain’t my sigil
I used to sit around like I was waiting for a signal
Making all these youngins my “sons” I am “Geppetto”
If you “saw” what I “wood” do you wouldn’t “live” to tell ‘em
I keep it “real boy,” get it?
Do I have to say Pinocchio for you to understand the reference?
After ten years I’m better than the day I left it
Came out the hyperbolic time chamber a seasoned veteran
Any dollar or dime I’d wager I’d never bet against
Me to lose I eat W’s for breakfast
It’s 2 in the morning and the night is still young for me
Better ask for ID
If Interscope heard me they would have to sign me
If OVO heard me they would have to sign me
If DJ Khaled hear me he would have to sign me
And ask me for another one right after I agree
Every bitch I meet, takes pics like Kylie
Eyebrows and lips like Kylie
I mean big ass and hips like Kylie
See!
She looks just like Kylie
Man that shit mystifies me
So high you have to squint to find me
Found myself a good girl
So I dodge when chicks try to come kiss on my cheek
Curve game strong
You can’t pitch in my league
The throne too high you can’t sit in seat
Queen’s Park and Bloor wave hi Hakiki
“Just Jump” just finished rewind and repeat
You thought I was done, I’m just getting started man
Yeah I am the “one,”
Mr. Triple Double Robertson
Said this before I’m an alien I’m not a man
You couldn’t touch me if you tried like a hologram
All I do is win, badda boom badda bing
Tell me who or what is hotter not someone, not a thing
Keep ‘em coming back for more like I got ‘em on a string
M Dymez
Yeah it’s gotta nice ring
To it
I can rap over anything
Never skip a beat
Stay woke while I do this in my sleep
I’ve been “In-N-Out” for years
But my return is permanent
Go “hamburger” on the beat
Till I murder it
“Animal style,”
Then the mic gets “fried” when it’s my turn to spit
Then I air the booth out after as a courtesy
Play the instrumental watch me perform surgery
Ah
So this is where it all begins
Shout out to 93.5 for the spin
I’m on “the move” now, slowing down just ain’t a thing
Next time maybe they’ll shout my name out after it ends
Won’t stop till I’m a motherfucking icon
I just went off like a time bomb
I think it’s time for me to sign off
I just wrecked this beat it’s a write off