Maybe I Should by MaGestic Lyrics
Maybe I Should by: maGestic (including intro from Yk Nelly)
Intro (yknelly)
My jurisdiction is we all dying as we live, [niggas never gonna make it or see a big pac... damn ] (2x) My jurisdiction telling it'll be years before I see a fucking kid up in the house and that's the big pac...
Verse 1:
(momentum build)
The life of chris dylan
Can’t you see I’m Mid-villain
A bit to deal with
I don’t got bills to pay but I still want to make it
Ambition, equipped with it, I live for this shit…
I give all I can offer, and if something seems off, let me apolo-gize…
Bottom line, I like to think I’m apollo minded..
Many trials to perfect a skill, until I get that record deal
Desert build, you thought I was something lesser until you learned the lesson…
Just a mirage, to a miracle.. Got a garage full of marigolds because I can’t afford a Chevy..
Merry Christmas, Miss Merry… very specific with my choice of words… I realise it isn’t always Christmas but when Chris gets merry, he does good deeds like he’s religious…
Mind on the right things at all times like my left brain is hog-tied… raw-like
On the lyrics, I rap like salmonella, maGestic is gonna take you all by surprise like mozzarella, get that cheddar, autumn weather, in no sweater, you know what I mean, season change, so we have to rearrange, adapt to strange happenings, yes i’m back bitch, what the fuck is happenin’ automatic king on the microphone, this shit’s too quiet yo.. Turn the fuck up like X ain’t talkin bout instruments… talking about imprisonment, talkin’ bout up in here be imprisonment, back to decision shit, who wants to die first, spit a bar, let me rip you apart, let me get you a jar, full of feeling shitty, million bitty ants, that’s all the population is, nothing is popular until it creates a rift in space and time and changes minds of kids. *drops mic* song over, yeah I cut this shit short
Motherfucker psyche.. maGestic strangles the technics, and suffocates his technique…
I’m the best finch… yeah bird talk… fuck you.. I’m stress free…
Anxiety anxiety… required heat… I spit fire like my saliva is regurgitated flammables… what can’t I do… anything a candle do… spew flame …
If you manage to think I’m gonna lose… you lame… in which world do you claim… I mean… I rule every atom like I made adam and eve… fathom anything can happen, but it wouldn’t be possible without the imagination… imagine greatness… read the patterns… greedy bastards wanna take advantage… you have to up the maintenance… I just say this shit, I don’t rightfully claim it.. But…
Chorus\\maybe I should
Maybe I should take it on
That would be good
Maybe I’ll take it on…
Maybe, fuck maybe… I should claim it all!
Fuck the world
Verse 2:
*to be updated*
Intro (yknelly)
My jurisdiction is we all dying as we live, [niggas never gonna make it or see a big pac... damn ] (2x) My jurisdiction telling it'll be years before I see a fucking kid up in the house and that's the big pac...
Verse 1:
(momentum build)
The life of chris dylan
Can’t you see I’m Mid-villain
A bit to deal with
I don’t got bills to pay but I still want to make it
Ambition, equipped with it, I live for this shit…
I give all I can offer, and if something seems off, let me apolo-gize…
Bottom line, I like to think I’m apollo minded..
Many trials to perfect a skill, until I get that record deal
Desert build, you thought I was something lesser until you learned the lesson…
Just a mirage, to a miracle.. Got a garage full of marigolds because I can’t afford a Chevy..
Merry Christmas, Miss Merry… very specific with my choice of words… I realise it isn’t always Christmas but when Chris gets merry, he does good deeds like he’s religious…
Mind on the right things at all times like my left brain is hog-tied… raw-like
On the lyrics, I rap like salmonella, maGestic is gonna take you all by surprise like mozzarella, get that cheddar, autumn weather, in no sweater, you know what I mean, season change, so we have to rearrange, adapt to strange happenings, yes i’m back bitch, what the fuck is happenin’ automatic king on the microphone, this shit’s too quiet yo.. Turn the fuck up like X ain’t talkin bout instruments… talking about imprisonment, talkin’ bout up in here be imprisonment, back to decision shit, who wants to die first, spit a bar, let me rip you apart, let me get you a jar, full of feeling shitty, million bitty ants, that’s all the population is, nothing is popular until it creates a rift in space and time and changes minds of kids. *drops mic* song over, yeah I cut this shit short
Motherfucker psyche.. maGestic strangles the technics, and suffocates his technique…
I’m the best finch… yeah bird talk… fuck you.. I’m stress free…
Anxiety anxiety… required heat… I spit fire like my saliva is regurgitated flammables… what can’t I do… anything a candle do… spew flame …
If you manage to think I’m gonna lose… you lame… in which world do you claim… I mean… I rule every atom like I made adam and eve… fathom anything can happen, but it wouldn’t be possible without the imagination… imagine greatness… read the patterns… greedy bastards wanna take advantage… you have to up the maintenance… I just say this shit, I don’t rightfully claim it.. But…
Chorus\\maybe I should
Maybe I should take it on
That would be good
Maybe I’ll take it on…
Maybe, fuck maybe… I should claim it all!
Fuck the world
Verse 2:
*to be updated*