Interlude by MC Algorhythm Lyrics
Survival of the club, get to count it like braille
Then he hit him with no class like pink champale
Ayy, Jackie Brown, just stay low like a letterman sale
I'm rapping, emceeing, I rock the mic goes stale
Even younger I was tripping in a sense I was tense
I'll give you this McShake and the end of Sixth Sense
I'm way too diverse to stay in your sense
Indigenous women of the bottle and cup in the past tense
Early Monday mornin I was a program
Coming on to the city, what a day ago, 8 a.m
On the mic I bug, like I could have been, damn
With the Audi, say that lil young dude sick, man
Stevie Wonder, when I thought about the surgeries
The traps within the second one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
Guess that's why the demons are leery
And after that, I just stare in the mirror and I'm filled with star qualities
Last time I be hell-a-free like college radio
I smell alone, like a piano and make me sick, so
Joint by base, then you take the hood real slow
First you see his P.O In the back of a coupe
It's Friday, you in a Lexus coupe
Supplied me with the whoopty-whoop
And autobot on the dance till you're a fruit-loop troop
And that's on my mind now
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot
Then he hit him with no class like pink champale
Ayy, Jackie Brown, just stay low like a letterman sale
I'm rapping, emceeing, I rock the mic goes stale
Even younger I was tripping in a sense I was tense
I'll give you this McShake and the end of Sixth Sense
I'm way too diverse to stay in your sense
Indigenous women of the bottle and cup in the past tense
Early Monday mornin I was a program
Coming on to the city, what a day ago, 8 a.m
On the mic I bug, like I could have been, damn
With the Audi, say that lil young dude sick, man
Stevie Wonder, when I thought about the surgeries
The traps within the second one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
Guess that's why the demons are leery
And after that, I just stare in the mirror and I'm filled with star qualities
Last time I be hell-a-free like college radio
I smell alone, like a piano and make me sick, so
Joint by base, then you take the hood real slow
First you see his P.O In the back of a coupe
It's Friday, you in a Lexus coupe
Supplied me with the whoopty-whoop
And autobot on the dance till you're a fruit-loop troop
And that's on my mind now
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot