CTRL C CTRL V

Ahhhh... who is that floating on the track like space Gravity don't matter he just hovers into place Pardon me I hardly feel this sudden state of grace But this track is taking off like it was built on rocket bass Or rocket treble fuck it I don't give a damn Just in case you missed it let me tell you who I am, tell your Mother tell your brother send a secret telegram, that Mike is to the the mic like peanut butter is to jam

I walk what I talk I was made from the pressure like a diamond outta rock Call it password protected, I got this shit locked Put my hands on a mic, put my foes in a box Not a word you can tell me, came to give 'em hell these Bars full of scars from the punches that they dealt me Now I'm bullet training on tracks that never fail me Pull apart the bars nothing ever can derail me

I don't follow you dudes I just move different These fools don't even know what to do with it New faces retracing paces I blueprinted Saying, "Mike we didn't have a clue until you did it" CTRL-C, CTRL-V, don't sleep Wild like Villanova over a dope beat Style between an old soul and OG Tell 'em focus on goals over the gold teeth