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lirik lagu enough is enough – mickey diamond

[verse 1:ty farris]
before these rap sk!lls, it was crills hand to hand with the pills
was eating on the corner, like [??], with animal was still [??]
good kid turned to a hill rap n*ggas we love to k!ll
there’s some clones we businessman we stay juggling deals
they ain’t cooking right he way it’s starting to look like it’s rookie night
we all stars with cars round with some ice spice lookalikes
we booked on vice we rearranged the game and we pushed the price
got detroit looking nice with no gimmicks just like obie trice
who wanna fight ? get a shin0bi slice
on my hands get [tought??]
a good dude all my good deeds done
when the camera’s off
on [rhythm ??] death beds
so rappers got the cancer cought
and the only jada we acknowledge is juelz bandana off
bars over beautiful sounds that’s what you’re witnessing
when it come to michigan k!lling it two of the best lyricists
and we’re ahead of the competition two miles, if you really listening
last n*gga tried to battle me look like scorpion finisher
we game changers katie, the phoenix dame, the milwaukee
final sales to j*pan and the aussies we know it’s costly
and we appreciate it handcrafted art that’s a g*nius making
no liquor before 12 in my sessions, never inebriated
never deviated the course though life’s like a bed of th*rns
baby mama used to be cool then she grew a pair of h*rns
you’ve been fairly warm black clouds n*gga come
prepare for storms money fall out the sky
whenever the engineer press record
my rights, my rights, my wrongs
when i write my songs
then my story is yours
my nights, so long, so long
angels and demons survived
the holiest wars my rights, my wrongs
when i write my songs, then my story is yours
yours, my nights
so long, so long
angels and demons survive the holiest war
still dangerous
turn me up in the headphones a little bit

[verse 2:mickey diamond]
we made it here without no cosigns
just hard work and dope rhymes
my b*lls are terry bradshaw clothes lie
you gotta know that you can’t have an open heart with a closed mind
gotta thank the people they could have picked yours but chose mine
my jersey barry sanders nfl pro line
they want to see you, bro shine
my hood looking like the land before time
dangerous a n*gga did it four times and when the war is on
my brother transform like voltron
hussle in the snowfall and throw i want a cold sore
exhale the smoke and when you breathe the sh*t will blow fall
in the studio jumping through loops like a show dog
remember when i quit my last job? i did a no call
new baby on the way i said f*ck it, i’mma show y’all
’cause i’m the type of n*gga that’s built for lamb chops and goyard
f*ck a dance battle my ar stomp the whole yard
oh lord, this ain’t a fort, this a foreman, carter and n*ggas can’t afford
we on the money train screaming all aboard
mighty is the sword pistol packing every song that he record
now i’m popping and they don’t love me anymore
i’m still the same man with the man smoking newports on my album cover
break your aby mother legs detroit smasher without the rubber pockets fat like the guy that ran with ed lover
me and mac been running this sh*t back to back for ten summers with the rap we did numbers
yeah, i know you see us
you gotta say copenhagen crates, bars over bs
gotta thank de rap winkel, big ghost and mal’ knox
i ain’t can’t forget trip and mack most of all, pro and snot’
big umbrella ’till it’s up them boys the only bros i got
i throw a shot behind them whether you know it or not
we went from counting change to living and folding up guap
after the method man shout out how n*ggas supposed to stop ?
i be the cream of the crop sold out everything
king of the drops to throw bling and to watch
somebody pinch me i can’t tell if i’m dreaming or not
my good dope sells itself now watch me steam in the pot
what?

- mickey diamond

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