Me - O - Mi - O Lyrics - Singles - Casual

The coming of the new Overlordian 

I, I be the boy within the man so why try 

I never needed comp, I never wanted comp 

I feels I exceeded the skills needed 

I'm rough with the stuff, enough puff they got 

But they not the shot, I got the proof 

Aloof, type fella, helluva guy 

I love myself and my high 

Roll with finks and if it's essential 

Yo, even if it don't mean shit, I will convince you 

Since, you never been in my brain 

You probably never noticed the array of the pain 

But I gain, no pain, no gain, no brain, no sane 

Thoughts, will be maintained, so I keep my head on 

Can't be fuckin' with that buddha too often 

I'm new to that, but I'm true to that 

Due to mack policies, I need to know if I know 

This is Me-O-Mi-O-Why 

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I'm tryin' to let the fly know, what I know 

I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends 

Hitting, skins along with men who set trends 

I base my reasoning 

Upon Casual, having nuff seasoning 

And plus I please a queen, when I choose too 

Never can decide which one to give juice to 

I'm always with a dip on a trip 

And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip 

Similar to rattles, so I apply the proper poetry used 

To gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess 

I live a life of malice, but still I feel 

That I will never forget, who my pal is 

So now you need to learn or know like I know 

The info is in Me-O-Mi-O-Why 

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The autobiography of me 

Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be 

This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical 

Stages it's pitiful the way I get the pull 

Flame from the mysteries, so I twist the G's that's around me 

Releasing frustration by clowning 

But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors 

That I post more than I really do 

But really who's to blame? No scapegoat, I just shape dope 

Wishin' to make over a career 

But will I say, when my parents say, rap won't stay 

Don't they know, yet they won't show, as I flow 

Keepin' the rhymes constant, John spent, time in rhymin' 

So I'm sure that I'm gonna get mine then 

The end, come dine with my family and friends 

And a calamity, couldn't cram the G when I begin 

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