Headlock Remix by Maeko Lyrics
5 got the game in headlock
Me and rap game got wed-locked
Really like to rest, but I can't stop
I'm pouring up a cup and going egg nog
If I'm not eating or sleeping I'm rapping
But I never sleep like my place in Manhattan
I'm holding the flows like I'm keeping em captive
And got so much talent I'm clearing up cap space
Jones want to me snap like crackle and pop
And they want me to act like I'm average, I'm not
Send me any shots I send em' back in a box
Gift wrapped with a bow, see a tag for the cost
Flow illegal, Corey Seager with the 5
Don't believe it when they see me on my grind
And it's all about the 5th letter alphabet
So much 5 like it's Cinco of the Mayo
Now did I made my mark yet? Well I guess not
Might take her down to saks 5th ave just to shop
Got the chase sapphire and my credit line high
Need my 50,000 points and then I'm all up in the sky (X2)
Might just hit up South America to get my tan on
Learning ropes, haven't been up in the marching band long
I've been walk over beats since the C's had Antoine
How I flow, how and I go, it's like I can't do wrong
And I need everything I'm coming with to be a Bomb threat
I need millions coming off like a fuckin' prom dress
I want everything I say taken out of context
Cause its never been my job to make sure you got it
I just express like an artist does
A tight spot, but I park the bus
And no one ever sound close to me
And no one ever sounds close to us
I'm on M street wasted and wall-eyed
Got 10 tapes worth of greats in my archive
I can't wait gotta blow like a Jaguar
Set a match in my mouth let the gas pour
(Hook)
It's time off when I drop, like a mini holiday
Pure magic when I rhyme, Mr. Penny Hardaway
Espolon with a lime and some salt like the lake
Mind off in a Place Beyond the Pines when I shake
I'm not Cooper I'm Ryan Gosling
Don't need a desk or private office
I rev the bike like I'm outta options
Be that way till I hit the coffin
And the night-time the right time to hit it
I spent a lifetime faded in the distance
I knew I had it more than everybody in the room
Because they never had passion I was kicking
And they never had the smarts, the will, the heart, the brain, the savvy the list goes on
And they always put the cart before the horse, that's par for course, knew it wouldn't be long
And they know I'll never file divorce or climb into court saying I dont even want it
I'm the one coming up that you hate to love because you know that I'll never go wrong
I hope you still cheer for me when i make it
I hope you understand the moves and embrace it
I hope you never say you want the "old Maeko" back
Cause I'm changing, the times are changing
Some day I might retire and do poetry
Be the Cisco Rodriguez of this flowing thing
Sugar Man, Sugar Man, Sugar Maeko
Head lock up on the game till say they say so
Me and rap game got wed-locked
Really like to rest, but I can't stop
I'm pouring up a cup and going egg nog
If I'm not eating or sleeping I'm rapping
But I never sleep like my place in Manhattan
I'm holding the flows like I'm keeping em captive
And got so much talent I'm clearing up cap space
Jones want to me snap like crackle and pop
And they want me to act like I'm average, I'm not
Send me any shots I send em' back in a box
Gift wrapped with a bow, see a tag for the cost
Flow illegal, Corey Seager with the 5
Don't believe it when they see me on my grind
And it's all about the 5th letter alphabet
So much 5 like it's Cinco of the Mayo
Now did I made my mark yet? Well I guess not
Might take her down to saks 5th ave just to shop
Got the chase sapphire and my credit line high
Need my 50,000 points and then I'm all up in the sky (X2)
Might just hit up South America to get my tan on
Learning ropes, haven't been up in the marching band long
I've been walk over beats since the C's had Antoine
How I flow, how and I go, it's like I can't do wrong
And I need everything I'm coming with to be a Bomb threat
I need millions coming off like a fuckin' prom dress
I want everything I say taken out of context
Cause its never been my job to make sure you got it
I just express like an artist does
A tight spot, but I park the bus
And no one ever sound close to me
And no one ever sounds close to us
I'm on M street wasted and wall-eyed
Got 10 tapes worth of greats in my archive
I can't wait gotta blow like a Jaguar
Set a match in my mouth let the gas pour
(Hook)
It's time off when I drop, like a mini holiday
Pure magic when I rhyme, Mr. Penny Hardaway
Espolon with a lime and some salt like the lake
Mind off in a Place Beyond the Pines when I shake
I'm not Cooper I'm Ryan Gosling
Don't need a desk or private office
I rev the bike like I'm outta options
Be that way till I hit the coffin
And the night-time the right time to hit it
I spent a lifetime faded in the distance
I knew I had it more than everybody in the room
Because they never had passion I was kicking
And they never had the smarts, the will, the heart, the brain, the savvy the list goes on
And they always put the cart before the horse, that's par for course, knew it wouldn't be long
And they know I'll never file divorce or climb into court saying I dont even want it
I'm the one coming up that you hate to love because you know that I'll never go wrong
I hope you still cheer for me when i make it
I hope you understand the moves and embrace it
I hope you never say you want the "old Maeko" back
Cause I'm changing, the times are changing
Some day I might retire and do poetry
Be the Cisco Rodriguez of this flowing thing
Sugar Man, Sugar Man, Sugar Maeko
Head lock up on the game till say they say so