Bebe Bebe Bebe bull shit is detected you better protect your neck kid like inspect deck did Or you'll get neglected chopped up and dissected Undidected how I wrecked it I wreck shop try to make the hex stop get your neck chopped thrown off at the next stop Fuck loot. I do this to collect props if the checks flop and respect stops I'll just retire and open a fucking sex shop In a House with roaches on the couch when a mouse approaches. My styles atrocious halitosis from stout and doses Wow I'm toasted took a selfie with the rodent I'm about to post it I'm tellin you that, what I'm yellin on tracks will keep you coming back like I was selling you crack Your neck lurches plannin' your next purchase Scammin on chicks purses to be jammin these sick verses You better dial 91 and keep your finger by the other one what I've done is gutter son verses got emergency services at another one. your mother stunned, kill you like cholesterol, shoot you with a butter gun A shrink could tell, that I'm not thinking well I'm out of touch like a VCR and I'm blinking 12 I'm not finished til the spots blemished got a hot minute I got a video Thots are not in it. I should be winning an Oscar for pretending I'm not offended and I spittin venom on them imposters friends of the mobsters women and lobsters but I remember when a dinner was not sure. enter with posture... even when I'm real high I haven't overdosed cause I don't have a pill guy What's spoken my nuts broken I've done every drug but dust smokin don't tell my parents though cause I told them I was just joking I want the spot to glisten. but ain't got a pot to piss in. can't afford to pay attention and it cost a lot to listen all I got is dissin and on the spot decisions on how to stop collisions and unlock submissions I flow like the jetstream and I'm on point like a red beam It's always been a wet dream to blow up and get cream Prophecy fulfillin' it's not just me I'm killing how many more blanks have I got to fill-in Trust I'm badder, I bust and shatter It doesn't matter. if you make noise or just hush the chatter And keep it quiet. or run out in the street and riot you won't know it works if you don't even try it The aim was to be famous But you have to be shameless With people that you can't trust I'd rather huff paint dust in a dank bus for eight months. I smoke so much weed I leave there's a faint musk I'm worried. my minds blurry I can't even see how dope I am like blind fury Scenario worst-case your stereo my workplace Don't get in a jerk face in the first place I'm for sure baked I'll make it nerves shake like an earthquake.. And a thunderstorm I'm not the one to warn. Your uninformed. some one'll mourn. I've done a porn. I shine like the sun so everyone is warm Not making it up taking it up a couple of notches watches others are faker than fuck I feel a quake in the gut when girls start shaking their butt It's making me nuts so I just stay in the cut

Shit spitta. hit a fan, get it man I shine so bright watch my video and get a tan On Instagram in an instant fam Still put in work like a business man for a pension plan. I'm gonna go seafood not to mention ham And convince Vince mcmahon that wrestling is just a scam The shit talkinest nugget knockinest with a cup of vodka it's like I'm walkin this mic to the apocalypse A lot ain't got the wits of a box of grits Trottin' like the hot shidit. when they're not bliddips! On the radar.. Im the raider. I'll be a nice guy later. Haters are makin' me evil like Darth Vader. In a trailblazer. Looking like carpool karaoke. You know me. You won't see. the occupants on camera cause the front seats are all smokey. on the low key. You better fly south Cause when the shit hits the fan it's out of my mouth absurd nerd that will for sure just admit it Not sure but I blame words for murders committed I wasn't even with it they just went out and did it DNA from saliva my mouth is where they were first spitted Now Im locked away on my block I stay in a padded room with the spot to play monopolay. Can I go? what the doctor say? the same as yesterday bitch, which is not today. I need a favor. Just give me a piece of paper I'll take the alphabet and make her meet her maker I didn't even hate her. just seemed like a decent day for An escape or. Me to find Clarice and date her I've got a man-made plan laid My lyrics are aerosol can sprayed defecation on a fan blade It's the plan. Get the jist Its demand that's just when the shit hits the fan.

Don't push me cause I'm closer to the edge then That vertigo shot that'll make you fuckin head spin Feel like I'm to young to be mourning all my dead friends Take it as a lesson everyday's a blessin' So much stressin' it's easy to forget that Sit back get facts dispatch this track rich cats get fat creating poison to make us sick that Is how they get their kick backs... Mix matched is that in the grand scheme Plan scheme just to make the fans scream and seen with blood on my hands like hand cream Of a damn fiend for tryin to kill a mans dream Ain't no sunshine like a black cloud is followin' I'm wallowin' like defeat I'm supposed to swallow and Not regurgitate it. the way words were stated Haters are sure to hate it when they heard ya made it. Ain't no sunshine Aint No Sun They say it's lonely at the top it's lonely at the bottom too Not doin whatcha wanna do but doin whatcha gotta do Hope nobody spotted you not doin what you plotted too Ain't no sunshine still ain't nobody hot as you Various practices to make the pressure let up Feeling fed up with tryin to keep ya head up Never been one to act like a brain ain't important Blazing and scorching but ain't making a fortune Feeling depressed and dealing with stress and The world keeps on testin' keepin' ya guessin' Ain't no sunshine when you're unsigned So Ya spit dumb rhymes to help ya unwind Never done time or committed gun crime Ain't no sunshine when life is unkind Sometimes Ya just need my brain to clear out When you've lost so many friends I gotta pour a whole beer out

I lacked from the start major label appeal. Cause I rap from the heart and I'm able to feel Emotions ...other than greed & gluttony So in their eyes there's no need to fuck with me. I never tried to sign on the dotted line Ya think that I'd be salty, I'm not I'm fine I got a rhyme.. and not a nine... Cuz I never gave a fuck about the bottom line Some people think I rap good they say that it should pay me Sometimes I agree other times I think they're crazy I used to wanna get paid famously a part of it Then I realized I care more about the art of it I might never get paid for the way that I do shit Would never say I was a slave if I was paid to make music Cause it's just writing songs tryin to get air-play While real heads is in the real world strugglin' for fair pay Everyday.... Crossroads. At times I'm stressin' that I'm not the best and I try to tell myself it's just me expressin' Just a way to get a lot of shit off my chest and Bringing in money would be inviting a mess in Plus who's investing I've learned some lessons I guess it depends on how you measure success then But a lot of famous cats are much worse than me While I'm sitting here spittin this verse for free And that's the part that really started me thinking A light bulb went off but it was already blinkin' Instead of takin' meals to cats while they're makin deals I should be takin' skills in rap and makin' mills Straight up no doubt that the way that it is Plus hip hop in the state that it is Don't make mistakes like judgin' a book by the cover I'm really a fighter tho I look like a lover.

I got rhymes on my mind I guess it's time I must drop. If you wanna step up it better be to do the bus stop. No matter what I say I won't ever get enough props. Cuz my face is so pretty they think I'm goody gum drops. Back in kindergarten was the first time I had a bout. Ever since.. my outlooks been darker than a dragon stout. It's a sad story, but I ain't tryin to drag it out. I ain't got a lotta money or expensive shit to brag about.. I grew up in a way that every rapper should have. Well spoken and intelligent still thugs ain't half as hood as.. they take the stage and you wish that they could put back. The microphone.... and find somethin they were good at.. I ain't tryin' to stress but! dudes that get dressed up Like crazy ass gangsta's can still get messed up Im Mike Rovone about time ya heard of it. I came out tonight just to fuckin' murder it! I'm old school like Harvard or Yale. I gotta a big heart but it's harder than nails. Life's a jungle sometimes!! so I stay ready. Walking around!!! in fatigues with a machete. I'm not the typa cat that likes to battle endlessly. Beef is handled just like the cattle industry. Chopped into pieces spread throughout the country. So if you really want me you may as well just punch me. My tactic is tight not like smack in a spike. I don't put crack in a pipe I put crack in a mic. I'm here to catch wreck like a bull in a China. Shop while others stop just to pull a vagina. Fool posers, tryin to pull closer.. But couldn't pull the wool over with a fuckin bulldozer. absurd as shit with the words I spit And I came out tonight just to fuckin murder it

I was born in a laboratory and kept in a cage Doctors sign a waiver so I can step on the stage I was created by D.A.R.P.A. where the weapons are made So I'll murder your lyrics and leave em dead on a page I watch my back like I can see in reverse Black magic tactics leave ya bleedin and worse don't believe in the curse until you leave in a hearse Or even worse til you're cremated bein dispersed I'm Mike Rovone in ya speakers a while Don't believe me just take a peek at my files A motherfuckin monster science tweaking my dials So when I say back to the lab I mean beakers and vials Microscopes, white coats, a couple syringes Injecting astringents that make go out on binges Creepin like ninjas kickin doors off the hinges Mind power endless with a heart full of vengeance Escaped the laboratory cause I thought that I should No trackin on foot Survival tactic was good raised by a pack of wolves trapped in the woods So I took that animal instinct straight back to the hood Every spot that I go!! it's got to be low Peepin out the window and lockin the do' they're Clockin the flow on a docket below Takin notes on my lyrics still they're not gonna know What's goin' on in the mind of a Martian When the going gets tough and times are harsh and It's like I'm on the large and I'm worried they'll barge in Tracking devices to keep in charge and They took DNA from all the folks in the rap scene How did they do it under the hoax of a vaccine Put in a test tube it started reactin' They should of destroyed it but I'm what happened

Please just let me, do my thing and don't sweat me If you don't do you then it sort of upsets me if you didn't write it. then I won't hear it I don't have any reason to even go near it It's not yo lyrics. You not coherent I'd only ghost write if it's for my own spirit I guess it all depends. it's based on opinions But your opinions come from your minions. Not writing and biting are like one in the same it's not authentic unless it comes from your brain So Who's really real you can't say that it's not me And If you think I'm wrong I invite you stop me Consider me Cropsey given autopsies You shit is just sloppy if it's a copy The life I'm leadin' that's what inspires me So when I'm doin my thang it's like I'm reading my diary How am i supposed to believe in your shit If everything that you spit you just read from a script Like your an actor just playin a part Real heads know that's not the way of the art Personal passion don't go outta fashion probably at 10. I knew I'd start rappin Back in the 80s. Thats when it happened Breakers were breaking boomboxes were blastin' It was all a dream. but don't start to pinch me I'm an artist like Leonardo da Vinci When I first heard hip-hop it just started quickly the art it just picked me I had so much heart it was sickening It's self-explanatory I don't know how to simple it I broke the mold then smashed the template magnificent. being on some different shit Owning it because I can't afford to rent the shit

M I -k e -r o -v o -n e, any body gonna fuck wit me? no He know. He can get tossed out like Dino Ahhhh like Aveeno when I Spit acid like amino, Everywhere that we go me and my amigos Represent CH ICA GO on tracks like Kip Keino. Ego.. effecting everybody we know If you're gassed like beeno. Blacklisted... ...like Joe Pesci in casino. We so.. Hungry up in the soup like miso We flow. Tryin to stack chips like Doritos we know, real world, NOT an mtv show Ski Low, I wish I was a baller like Cee Lo! He's so, Crazy don't section 8 me though Neat-o when Emcees bite like Mosquitos See yo I'm all that and a bag of Cheetos Maybe I should go to church and kneel in a seat It's 3 below zero and I'm still feelin the heat It's scary and sweet when I'm marryin' beats It's rare and unique when paired with my speak I'm clearly a freak ...its really a feat. Flow for nearly a week. And barely eat Rarely tweak suffer narrow defeats I'm not a terror to meet stil ain't scared in the street Okay okay there's s no way to throw way what bro say like change in a tollway Won't stowaway and a boat to smuggle blow away I'd totallay go away to stash some dough away That didn't involve that! Cops'll solve that! I saw that! detectives with cards so people call back! if I got some paper then I got it legit So muthafuckers like that won't be lol in my shit I lay low. These bastard styles I don't claim those Stay slow you'll see! games don't I play no Sustain blows to the head don't know where the pain goes Shame no. Why's that? It's pumpin through my veins yo! I got that H.A.A.R.P. Technology but I don't make rain tho Ain't tryin to be famous like John Stamos Just trying turn these pesos Into a stack of queso a pocket packed relleno that I be seein in mi suenos

I'm gonna check the mic give it a chance and Just a heads up to warn in advance and The shit that I spit may make you shart your pants and stand up right now In this bitch and start dancin' I'm an apex predator you see it by glancin' NOT a sex predator gettin busted: Chris Hansen I'm gonna check this mic like my boy said to peep it Reppin' Chicago... underground it's a secret I've been drinkin' weed and puffin' on booze Ain't got no money! Ain't got nothin' to lose Money ruins everything. Don't let money change ya lookin in the mirror at a fuckin stranger I knew it was smart to stay true to the art So if I checked the mic I fuckin blew it apart wanna know how I still rock it this way I guess I'm wack as fuck when it's Opposite Day. I'm going to check this mic to death and it wouldn't be the first just ask the corner how many mics will need a hearse cats are claiming terrible but couldn't be the worst you want to drive me crazy you better put it in reverse when I check this mic it's like a sniper checkin' ammo in a Gilly suit with my face painted in camo I got a metal mic with plastique inside the handle so if you hesitate it'll detonate kablamo! which reminds me of a story all my buddies love this kid reach to grab my mic pulled back a bloody stub you think that's fucked up it's obvious you ain't been around he still thinks of me every time he gives his friends a pound if you line 'em up I'll knock “em down from left to right The loosest motherfucker that they say has kept it tight my mouth'll keep spitting til nobody's left in sight One two one two. Yep that's how I check the mic

Ok if you know me you know that I'm a nice enough guy I'm Just out here tryin to get my own little slice of this pie Fuck goin for broke I been broke so I don't why I don't just go for rich out this bitch and buy the whole pie That's the way it oughta be some cats'll try to slaughta me Runnin their mouth tellin everyone exactly what they thoughta me Thinkin they can rid of me takin their own shit way too literally But they were in their dads nuts the first time I spit a free Got em runnin to their folders lookin for lyrics to say I'm bogus Acting like this macadocious flow they didn't even notice Same cats that'll say that I suck, listening to them they're faker than fuck I makin the beat I makin the cut And real heads are eatin it up. Don't be assuming a thing... on how Im doin my thang Cause it might just come back and hit ya just like a boomerang It's mr mike Rovone so I'm rollin deep all alone so Ya think that ya got me I'll turn the tables like a phono If ya ever heard of me it was at Revolution thirty three And a third, word in a valor track suit that was burgundy consider it a courtesy if somebody's tryin to murder me Sticks and stones ain't break my bones so words certainly ain't hurtin me If you thought they were then you really weren't that certain Shouldn't of raised your hand like you were sure when You know that I'll for sure win The hood is full of vermin I'll chase me back Berwyn And when are they returnin' that shit is still undetermined This shit is the shit so recognize or I go skitzo The way that I flip flows got em walking around on their tip toes They'll be tryin to get close while I spit a fire like some zippos Tell everybody the kid knows I'm auto-MATIC but not diplo Matic that is. Giving fixes to static attics with acrobatic tactics galactic grammatics from the attic That'll attack shit! Leave ya Snowden when I hack shit this shit and not that shit

Let me just say this in a practical tone Put my name in a rhyme and I'm hackin your phone Flying over your house with the tactical drone I'll be trapped in your dome when you get back to you home Vivid imagination gotcha swinging ya fist At an image of me but all you see is a mist What causes nightmares got you reading the lists Now you're wondering does Mike Rovone even exist It's good that your frightened really you ought to be Say my name to your audience and they're all applauding me I'll know if you dissed me and it's not even audibly I want an apology if you have a bad thought of me you ain't trying to hear what I spit in your ear It'll be clear when I appear in the mirror Then disappear like an apparition it's a bad decision you just have to listen Sayin Mike Rovone is like candy man You never know I could be your handy man All up in your place when you're not at home planting little seeds in your knot and dome I'm a be your imaginary friend that will stick with you until the very end If you ever think you want to diss my team I'm a make you wish that it was just a dream If you ever wanna say my name in a verse You better check and make sure that I'm ok with it first You don't understand the fucking way that it works Playin' the tough guy that's just making it worse Don't get it twisted I'm nicer than fuck But folks get my goat temper rises up You'll could be takin a piss and before your fly is up I'll have a knife to your neck but won't slice it up Just be in ya ear like: if you think of dissin me Instantly, the neurons you fire'll visit me I'll leave you alive to let you wallow in misery And say it in a voice that's all creepy and whispery Then you'll feel a breeze and stand there with a blown mind Feeling like you was all alone the whole time Washing your face thinking damn I was trippin Til you look in the mirror and see one drop of blood drippin

It don't really matter how many bars that you spit If at the end of the day you don't really say shit On a shit talk track and I'm still deeper than Your favorite rapper and whole heap of men I'm a suicide bomber with the mind of a Dali lama I'm a hunt ya Sara Conner then eat ya like Jeffery Dahmer Like a unibomber sendin letters to you and ya mamma Put you two in trauma cuz I'm not new to the drama We used to battle but nowadays it's minimal soldiers go to battle I'd rather sit back like a general Stock piling the barracks enough lyrics are stored there release them on the world biochemical warfare Poison won't work on some their body will reject it intended targets are the only ones effected. The populace of the metropolis will be infected And bodies'll start droppin' if respects not reflected It don't really matter how many bars that you spit If at the end of the day you don't really say shit On a shit talk track and I'm still deeper than Your favorite rapper and whole heap of men Seeping in like the blood the on a crime scene Turn on the high beams don't see what I've seen Don't know my peops, don't know about my scene Don't know about me don't know about my dreams I think about em every time that my verse starts You don't know that you don't know you know that's the worst part Came in the world naive and I'll leave with hurt heart In the clouds like an angel playing a church harp But until then I'll just rest in the hood Stay on my studies learnin Iessons I should Based on my M.O. Don't seem the essence is good But if you know me you know I always did the best that I could.