Man, from the start of this you could already tell ya boy was gonna talk, Some shit
On this one
This rap stuff is everything man, it's My life
It's my sanity
It's my best friend
Its my lyrical companion
Its my escape from my reality
And at the same time it keeps me
Grounded to my inner peace
And where I'm going
Teyek flowin
Microphone zonin
Boat roccin, no ocean
I truly do not know what to say Sometimes
Like it's literally the Beginning of where I'm going
And The craziest part is, I can finally see it
As I'm writing this song I see everything I'm supposed to do with my voice
And for anyone that could never speak up... Teyeks here now
No fear, just take my hand we got this
Look
Teyek gonna make that ass jump up from the seat
Have ya soul boppin to this funky interstellar beat
You don't like my flow then go and turn off the speak
Er, yous a tweaker
I spit this ether
Glasses on my face but no no no not no geek,sir
Wipe them off so clean, and the vision is key word
Hard work
Dedication
Consistency
And a lot of mental perspiration
Is what I'm talking gee
Bounce that ass up one time just like a low low
Teyek flow jumpin like a golf ball
Bouncin my way to ace up in the hole
Don't know that terminology well that's a one in the hole
Headin to my goals
Just tryna be the best thing
To ever hit a microphone and kill this thing
Lyrically imma mix of nas and g eeeez
Bet ya seen that line coming through the top of the key
But sadly it still sunk in for the winning 3
Like kawhi in the 76rs defeat
Teyek will bless the mic one time
And from my childhood experiences it's still fucc one time
And any fake phoney riding on that fence line
Watching Teyeks moves to go and tell the next guy
Rialto city go and get up on ya two feet
A lot have said it but I'm carrying the Fuccin torch clean
Bar for bar yeah the next might murder me
But I'll always have mental vivid painted things
And stories for the mental screen
To make ya think and at the same time move ya mother- Fuccin feet
Like I said imma getcha ass up out the seat
And show you feel good flow is mine to keep
Teyek always spitting fact never on no make believe
Teyek - Microphone Zonin' Lyrics
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Man, from the start of this you could already tell ya boy was gonna talk, Some shit
On this one
This rap stuff is everything man, it's My life
It's my sanity
It's my best friend
Its my lyrical companion
Its my escape from my reality
And at the same time it keeps me
Grounded to my inner peace
And where I'm going
Teyek flowin
Microphone zonin
Boat roccin, no ocean
I truly do not know what to say Sometimes
Like it's literally the Beginning of where I'm going
And The craziest part is, I can finally see it
As I'm writing this song I see everything I'm supposed to do with my voice
And for anyone that could never speak up... Teyeks here now
No fear, just take my hand we got this
Look
Teyek gonna make that ass jump up from the seat
Have ya soul boppin to this funky interstellar beat
You don't like my flow then go and turn off the speak
Er, yous a tweaker
I spit this ether
Glasses on my face but no no no not no geek,sir
Wipe them off so clean, and the vision is key word
Hard work
Dedication
Consistency
And a lot of mental perspiration
Is what I'm talking gee
Bounce that ass up one time just like a low low
Teyek flow jumpin like a golf ball
Bouncin my way to ace up in the hole
Don't know that terminology well that's a one in the hole
Headin to my goals
Just tryna be the best thing
To ever hit a microphone and kill this thing
Lyrically imma mix of nas and g eeeez
Bet ya seen that line coming through the top of the key
But sadly it still sunk in for the winning 3
Like kawhi in the 76rs defeat
Teyek will bless the mic one time
And from my childhood experiences it's still fucc one time
And any fake phoney riding on that fence line
Watching Teyeks moves to go and tell the next guy
Rialto city go and get up on ya two feet
A lot have said it but I'm carrying the Fuccin torch clean
Bar for bar yeah the next might murder me
But I'll always have mental vivid painted things
And stories for the mental screen
To make ya think and at the same time move ya mother- Fuccin feet
Like I said imma getcha ass up out the seat
And show you feel good flow is mine to keep
Teyek always spitting fact never on no make believe
On this one
This rap stuff is everything man, it's My life
It's my sanity
It's my best friend
Its my lyrical companion
Its my escape from my reality
And at the same time it keeps me
Grounded to my inner peace
And where I'm going
Teyek flowin
Microphone zonin
Boat roccin, no ocean
I truly do not know what to say Sometimes
Like it's literally the Beginning of where I'm going
And The craziest part is, I can finally see it
As I'm writing this song I see everything I'm supposed to do with my voice
And for anyone that could never speak up... Teyeks here now
No fear, just take my hand we got this
Look
Teyek gonna make that ass jump up from the seat
Have ya soul boppin to this funky interstellar beat
You don't like my flow then go and turn off the speak
Er, yous a tweaker
I spit this ether
Glasses on my face but no no no not no geek,sir
Wipe them off so clean, and the vision is key word
Hard work
Dedication
Consistency
And a lot of mental perspiration
Is what I'm talking gee
Bounce that ass up one time just like a low low
Teyek flow jumpin like a golf ball
Bouncin my way to ace up in the hole
Don't know that terminology well that's a one in the hole
Headin to my goals
Just tryna be the best thing
To ever hit a microphone and kill this thing
Lyrically imma mix of nas and g eeeez
Bet ya seen that line coming through the top of the key
But sadly it still sunk in for the winning 3
Like kawhi in the 76rs defeat
Teyek will bless the mic one time
And from my childhood experiences it's still fucc one time
And any fake phoney riding on that fence line
Watching Teyeks moves to go and tell the next guy
Rialto city go and get up on ya two feet
A lot have said it but I'm carrying the Fuccin torch clean
Bar for bar yeah the next might murder me
But I'll always have mental vivid painted things
And stories for the mental screen
To make ya think and at the same time move ya mother- Fuccin feet
Like I said imma getcha ass up out the seat
And show you feel good flow is mine to keep
Teyek always spitting fact never on no make believe
Writer: Thomas McCravey
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