Hella Pigeons

[Verse 1: Mikey] A sick spitter equip with a slick wit and fitted with all types of abilities No zen I'm sin free this is simply my last basket empty So I take a shot/and lay a track on a doom beat The movies and television fuck with your inherent visions Leave you on the wire to dry like hella pigeons Guess I'm hella ignant with Cinderella pigment Rockin an umbrella in the trenches so bombs can Miss me and I can hit speech and diction Syntax with thin raps and thick bitches I don't take pictures 'cuz I am invisible Metaphysical Democritus with anatomic visuals And I'm highly touted as a bout it individual with no rituals I'm mystical Ludacris spirits livin' in my crystal box Sad sister an her sister livin' in my closet [Verse 2: Mikey] Id just like ya try to look beyond the spectra Something unexpected shouldn't frighten should enlighten you To hit the Buddha till you see a sign of your investment And see dividends in the live stock invested Infested with crooked crooks with no defenses And flashes of brilliance and letters from Mensa But triple nine Mikey been resilient Offensive protective destructive familiar and distant Illicit within visions divine intervention From gods my saliva affect your decisions I spit like an infant that's quick in the instance To grab all the cash and dash like a Kenyan