CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mike P vs. Bill Collector
Arrogance
Rounds 1 and 3? Me
But without my doin' you create this pseudo embarrassment
As if my narratives...ain't been legendary, I think you scared of it
They say I backed out?
I'm a grown man, I just got paid
Hand me the Bill, I'm takin' care of it
This kill or be killed
Y'all feel that he's real?
I bring electricity
You bring gas, sewage, I guess combined, we've supplied some utilities
Bill, but you ain't chippin' my pride
And from now on, I move different
So good looks, I could be gettin' [?]
While y'all was gossipin' like girls, I begin to jot lines
Y'all was talkin' 'bout my life, I had pеnned the night skies
I was nowhеre near the 'net like I missed the shot wide
And like a fresh pack of gum I had finally gotten into my Stride
I'm here to 4-4 him out
Gore is out, GOAT is back, scope attached
Couple shots, to his top, wore him down
When he dies, I make sure collect the corpse, foreign bound
Stash a Bill in Singapore like an off shore account
I'm 'bout to light the footage, like to pull it
Put a gun in your mouth
If it's inevitable Bill, just bite the bullet
Road bumpy, but built on it like Tony Stark rooms
Catch a right hand, I pop eyes (Popeye's) like 40's cartoons
Revolver, spin two and a half times, that's Tony Hawk moves
Now you a random body in the background; 40 Barrs Zooms
I was met with pressure
Added to my legacy of keeping my head together
Historic run, historic round
Leading the year by a stretch with effort
GOAT sh*t
You've been embarrassed before Bill so forget ya lectures
This year? Owed to me
When they put Bill and my name, there was a debt collector
Pay up!
If I don't see cash than Bill may be stupid
I get real crazy movin'
I choke him with the same fabric I cut off Ryda
Tell him the silk made me do it
This ya last chance
f**kin’ wit’ me, don’t count as Jab jabs
Bounce his memory back and forth, too many fast hands
One punch, you in 1994, ridin’ a Trans-Am
Next punch, you in 1998, emptyin’ trash cans
’84 then ’96 just visions of me flash past
Every scene it’s Michael in different times now this ya Last Dance
Tell Devil Bar I’m a Baphomet, they brought the GOAT to him pu**y
I fold my bills, not fold to ‘em
Round 1
Rounds 1 and 3? Me
But without my doin' you create this pseudo embarrassment
As if my narratives...ain't been legendary, I think you scared of it
They say I backed out?
I'm a grown man, I just got paid
Hand me the Bill, I'm takin' care of it
This kill or be killed
Y'all feel that he's real?
I bring electricity
You bring gas, sewage, I guess combined, we've supplied some utilities
Bill, but you ain't chippin' my pride
And from now on, I move different
So good looks, I could be gettin' [?]
While y'all was gossipin' like girls, I begin to jot lines
Y'all was talkin' 'bout my life, I had pеnned the night skies
I was nowhеre near the 'net like I missed the shot wide
And like a fresh pack of gum I had finally gotten into my Stride
I'm here to 4-4 him out
Gore is out, GOAT is back, scope attached
Couple shots, to his top, wore him down
When he dies, I make sure collect the corpse, foreign bound
Stash a Bill in Singapore like an off shore account
I'm 'bout to light the footage, like to pull it
Put a gun in your mouth
If it's inevitable Bill, just bite the bullet
Road bumpy, but built on it like Tony Stark rooms
Catch a right hand, I pop eyes (Popeye's) like 40's cartoons
Revolver, spin two and a half times, that's Tony Hawk moves
Now you a random body in the background; 40 Barrs Zooms
I was met with pressure
Added to my legacy of keeping my head together
Historic run, historic round
Leading the year by a stretch with effort
GOAT sh*t
You've been embarrassed before Bill so forget ya lectures
This year? Owed to me
When they put Bill and my name, there was a debt collector
Pay up!
If I don't see cash than Bill may be stupid
I get real crazy movin'
I choke him with the same fabric I cut off Ryda
Tell him the silk made me do it
This ya last chance
f**kin’ wit’ me, don’t count as Jab jabs
Bounce his memory back and forth, too many fast hands
One punch, you in 1994, ridin’ a Trans-Am
Next punch, you in 1998, emptyin’ trash cans
’84 then ’96 just visions of me flash past
Every scene it’s Michael in different times now this ya Last Dance
Tell Devil Bar I’m a Baphomet, they brought the GOAT to him pu**y
I fold my bills, not fold to ‘em
Round 1
