Milk, my brethren, my partner, grab the mic,
and I'll start the beat to flow real smooth but wild, so you can bust your many styles.
Are we on the air?
Are we on the air?
Are we
we on the air?
There are many styles of rhyming
With different words,
different timings
But when it come to me,
Milk
D
I specialize in versatility
Gizmo, the brother is my brother
We watch the back of one another
He gives me dap when I change my style
and I skip to it for a little while
But diddly diddly dee,
but diddly diddly dum
Brooklyn,
Brooklyn is where I'm from
And when I'm on
N .A. in
Halsey
Street
Bed style lyrics I complete
I turn to my brother
Giz and say
I need a new style cause it's a new day
He says okay, alright, and then
Out of his pocket comes the pen
This verifies that the mission has started
For me to get stupid, deaf,
doodle retarded
Let's go in my mind and check the files
of many stars
Many stars
Life's a game like bread and meat
If I don't win then I don't eat
So I rhyme like a motor, rotate like a rotor
I kick like an odor cause I'm
sweet like soda
An emcee tutor don't smoke sex a
Buddha
I work much quicker than a
Roto -Rooter I get small run than a
Honda
Scooter
And
Billy
D.
Williams knows that I'm a cuter
So jazzy groovin' in your
CDs
Kickin' like a bowl of
Wheaties
The beats a combination
of the bass and highs
Like a cheeseburger with an order of
fries I don't tell lies or give alibis
Cause straight to the top, I'm gonna rise
My beats are boomin',
my vocal tones carry
My many different styles may vary,
I get a fix off the master mix
Checking out
FPM pick hits,
I go to the office and cipher through the piles
Of many styles
The beat hits your brain like migraine,
the result is the cause of a pleasurable pain
The beat's secondary,
but most necessary
My rhymes primary,
that makes me legendary
I'm an entertainer, money I gainer
At the top, I will remainer
Time will pass, I will last
Cause I do art, while others do trash
Please take a chance, I will enhance
The result of the matter
is you will dance
My talents are progressing,
my rhymes are stressing
I'm here, so stop guessing
Effects of my rhymes are
sometimes gleaming
And when you wake up,
you'll be screaming
Milky, milky, your vocal tones carry
My mini -styles may vary
Are we on the air?
Mini -styles
Are we on the air?
Mini -styles
Are we on the air?
Mini -styles
Are we on the air?
I'm no big man, no,
no I'm no big
I'm in it dizzy, dizzy, dizzy I'm in it stop,
stop, stop
Kick that stop, stop