Mic Rightous 3rd Degree Lyrics
Yo, Can I give you the heart of me you can rip out the rest of me
here take what is left of me,
heavenly father I’ll be better I promise
Shit I better be honest,
eh yo pardon me pardon me can I give you the heart of me
You can rip out the rest of me,
here take what is left of me,
heavenly father I’ll be better I promise,
Shit I better be honest
I’m in over my head,
My True friends live in a completely different ends
Tell em I’m sorry, Shit! Tell them I Promise this
I’m do what we planned, put it on my son I got this
I’m not gonna stop as long as the clocks ticking
I’m on my way to the way, I’m not gonna say top,
that’s what they all say,
Fuck em they’re all fake
I ain’t gonna stop till I got plaques in the hall way,
And when the thunder comes and the cupboards and doors break?
You sit their wonder-in, why the fuck did the floors shake?
Theirs a fuck of whole in the wall,
but shit weren‘t no Earthquake!
Some dumb mouthafuck,
who’s drunk and can’t walk straight
grew up the worst way,
In a crack house in Ramsgate,
and Rockies his first name,
Rest is a blackout in a versal
If you wanna travel more threw his past,
Then you got to learn the first part,
Cause why’d the fuck you’d care in the first place,
Turn a page,
the journey expands,
Further than a V who turns to a man (NOT SURE HERE)
With the recipe for murder in hand,
And his turbulent life,
It’s turning him mad, like take me far away,
They discriminate my fathers face,
But they ain’t seen the tribulations in my fathers face,
Working on Opium farms,
And 3 kids tied around his waist,
He found a place,
and ran away,
Left everything behind for his families sake,
He found the root,
he hid inside the back of a boot,
A whole week went by without nothing to eat,
3 kids to feed,
and his clucking for P,
His living rough,
he realizes it’s enough,
He started selling drugs,
To feed his 7 sons,
The weight on his shoulder,
Feels like 7 tons,
The pressure gets to much,
Immigration get in touch,
The police kick of the door,
Once everything month,
They’d try lock him up,
But they can’t hold him down,
Now it’s too old, yeah he holds it down,
Yo my pops,
I’m over proud,
His in is cell singing out,
It makes me wanna run away,
Never see my son again,
Run away I’m like my mother,
I fucking hate that I lo-ya,
Come every mothers day
I bury my face in that pillow case until I suffocate,
Cause I ain’t suffered yet, alright fuck it then,
I’m come and success, fuck it so stressed,
Caught up in a fence,
Still Cuts on my knuckles with blood on my hands,
Head butting the wall that’s how fucked that my head felt,
But we are so quick to judge each other for our fuck ups
I’m one to run my gob,
I blame the way I am,
cause of the place I’m from,
I blame my mother for the way I suffered,
I blame my father for the pain that came after,
I blame my brother,
blame my sister,
Shit you get the gist,
I blame my loved ones,
I ain’t the victim,
I’ve been a dickhead,
I’m a Pig,
I’m illiterate,
but still I’m the shit in this!
So when I rap I swear,
you’ll feel the realist spit,
Now I’m alone with no one,
just Barely holding on,
I know my soul is lost,
I talk to god,
he gives me no response,
No I’m not at the top,
But no regrets yet,
But I’m still not at the bottom of the ends,
Getting death threats,
In my hoodie looking like a meth head
Fuck gettin pussy,
I was getting bullied by the skets then,
Now these same pussies wanna pull up like a beg friend,
Pull my dick out and I’ll piss inside your friends Benz,
Act like I’m with 10 men,
Step inside my head friend,
You can be my guest if you make it out alive,
Tell me if you see my deaths head,
You can be my guest,
Come lay inside my death bed
Cause your gonna need a rest,
Sick of these pricks smiling on TV,
Being good wont change shit,
I’m wild and believe me,
You sick of Mic always whining
Then why do you keep on rewinding my CD,
(x1) SHIT
Ask the chick when she’s dying to meet me,
Righteous in my mind,
Inside I’m a free G,
Somebody come and free me,
Mommy had to leave me,
Daddy had to leave me,
Nobody couldn’t teach me,
Family of 3 feet deep in my memories,
Now I’m just waiting for them to bury me,
I think they’re coming for my dreams,
When I’m asleep,
Does it mean,
you’ve got one on me?
Cause my cards are facing up for everyone to see,
I prayed when I was young yeah,
too scared to fucking speak,
To dumb to understand,
that heaven had a plan for me,
So I had to avoid the streets,
Trust blood,
I wasn’t the boy to be,
Now I have to be a man,
I got a boy to feed,
So, hush hush
What’s the point in speaking?
These people, think that I’m the voice of Freedom, Please,
When I was the one to make this choice to be this deep,
When I was the one to make the choice to pick up and leave,
From where I’m sitting,
I couldn’t picture my dreams,
Looking bitter,
I breathed out,
missing my seed now,
Wishing that I was with him,
Yeah This isn’t a freestyle,
This every emotion that I hold inside,
Exploding when Mic righteous decides to speak out,
Their was a time when i couldn't read or write,
they called me a retard,
till i re-defined it,
now I'm retarded!
On some freak a like shit,
disease,
You ain't never seen what I've seen,
Been where I've been,
You ain't never dreamed of dying,
See you ain't got the right to speak what i speak,
Yeah we on the street surviving,
SBTV,
It's peak in my bits!
This music is what i do this for,
The truth is,
I should do this more,
I do this when my two lips talk,
(x1)I'm to sick to lose this war!
Too sick to lose this war, what?
(x1)I'm to sick to lose this war!
3rd degree,
Don't ever say you ain't ever heard of me,
yeah fuck that i will murder beats,
PISS OFF!
Mic Rightous 3rd Degree Lyrics
Yo, Can I give you the heart of me you can rip out the rest of me
here take what is left of me,
heavenly father I’ll be better I promise
Shit I better be honest,
eh yo pardon me pardon me can I give you the heart of me
You can rip out the rest of me,
here take what is left of me,
heavenly father I’ll be better I promise,
Shit I better be honest
I’m in over my head,
My True friends live in a completely different ends
Tell em I’m sorry, Shit! Tell them I Promise this
I’m do what we planned, put it on my son I got this
I’m not gonna stop as long as the clocks ticking
I’m on my way to the way, I’m not gonna say top,
that’s what they all say,
Fuck em they’re all fake
I ain’t gonna stop till I got plaques in the hall way,
And when the thunder comes and the cupboards and doors break?
You sit their wonder-in, why the fuck did the floors shake?
Theirs a fuck of whole in the wall,
but shit weren‘t no Earthquake!
Some dumb mouthafuck,
who’s drunk and can’t walk straight
grew up the worst way,
In a crack house in Ramsgate,
and Rockies his first name,
Rest is a blackout in a versal
If you wanna travel more threw his past,
Then you got to learn the first part,
Cause why’d the fuck you’d care in the first place,
Turn a page,
the journey expands,
Further than a V who turns to a man (NOT SURE HERE)
With the recipe for murder in hand,
And his turbulent life,
It’s turning him mad, like take me far away,
They discriminate my fathers face,
But they ain’t seen the tribulations in my fathers face,
Working on Opium farms,
And 3 kids tied around his waist,
He found a place,
and ran away,
Left everything behind for his families sake,
He found the root,
he hid inside the back of a boot,
A whole week went by without nothing to eat,
3 kids to feed,
and his clucking for P,
His living rough,
he realizes it’s enough,
He started selling drugs,
To feed his 7 sons,
The weight on his shoulder,
Feels like 7 tons,
The pressure gets to much,
Immigration get in touch,
The police kick of the door,
Once everything month,
They’d try lock him up,
But they can’t hold him down,
Now it’s too old, yeah he holds it down,
Yo my pops,
I’m over proud,
His in is cell singing out,
It makes me wanna run away,
Never see my son again,
Run away I’m like my mother,
I fucking hate that I lo-ya,
Come every mothers day
I bury my face in that pillow case until I suffocate,
Cause I ain’t suffered yet, alright fuck it then,
I’m come and success, fuck it so stressed,
Caught up in a fence,
Still Cuts on my knuckles with blood on my hands,
Head butting the wall that’s how fucked that my head felt,
But we are so quick to judge each other for our fuck ups
I’m one to run my gob,
I blame the way I am,
cause of the place I’m from,
I blame my mother for the way I suffered,
I blame my father for the pain that came after,
I blame my brother,
blame my sister,
Shit you get the gist,
I blame my loved ones,
I ain’t the victim,
I’ve been a dickhead,
I’m a Pig,
I’m illiterate,
but still I’m the shit in this!
So when I rap I swear,
you’ll feel the realist spit,
Now I’m alone with no one,
just Barely holding on,
I know my soul is lost,
I talk to god,
he gives me no response,
No I’m not at the top,
But no regrets yet,
But I’m still not at the bottom of the ends,
Getting death threats,
In my hoodie looking like a meth head
Fuck gettin pussy,
I was getting bullied by the skets then,
Now these same pussies wanna pull up like a beg friend,
Pull my dick out and I’ll piss inside your friends Benz,
Act like I’m with 10 men,
Step inside my head friend,
You can be my guest if you make it out alive,
Tell me if you see my deaths head,
You can be my guest,
Come lay inside my death bed
Cause your gonna need a rest,
Sick of these pricks smiling on TV,
Being good wont change shit,
I’m wild and believe me,
You sick of Mic always whining
Then why do you keep on rewinding my CD,
(x1) SHIT
Ask the chick when she’s dying to meet me,
Righteous in my mind,
Inside I’m a free G,
Somebody come and free me,
Mommy had to leave me,
Daddy had to leave me,
Nobody couldn’t teach me,
Family of 3 feet deep in my memories,
Now I’m just waiting for them to bury me,
I think they’re coming for my dreams,
When I’m asleep,
Does it mean,
you’ve got one on me?
Cause my cards are facing up for everyone to see,
I prayed when I was young yeah,
too scared to fucking speak,
To dumb to understand,
that heaven had a plan for me,
So I had to avoid the streets,
Trust blood,
I wasn’t the boy to be,
Now I have to be a man,
I got a boy to feed,
So, hush hush
What’s the point in speaking?
These people, think that I’m the voice of Freedom, Please,
When I was the one to make this choice to be this deep,
When I was the one to make the choice to pick up and leave,
From where I’m sitting,
I couldn’t picture my dreams,
Looking bitter,
I breathed out,
missing my seed now,
Wishing that I was with him,
Yeah This isn’t a freestyle,
This every emotion that I hold inside,
Exploding when Mic righteous decides to speak out,
Their was a time when i couldn't read or write,
they called me a retard,
till i re-defined it,
now I'm retarded!
On some freak a like shit,
disease,
You ain't never seen what I've seen,
Been where I've been,
You ain't never dreamed of dying,
See you ain't got the right to speak what i speak,
Yeah we on the street surviving,
SBTV,
It's peak in my bits!
This music is what i do this for,
The truth is,
I should do this more,
I do this when my two lips talk,
(x1)I'm to sick to lose this war!
Too sick to lose this war, what?
(x1)I'm to sick to lose this war!
3rd degree,
Don't ever say you ain't ever heard of me,
yeah fuck that i will murder beats,
PISS OFF!
Mic Rightous 3rd Degree Lyrics