Press Ya Luck

[Verse One] A lot of these rappers they wanna brag See they got a big head but they ain't got a big onion bag Meaning testicles, don't ever try to test the flow My timing is timeless, my wordplay is impeccable I'ma disrespect you though And I have to let you know N.O.K. is the fam and you know that I rep it yo On a higher level giving all you niggas vertigo Test if you want but you defeating the purpose though Name is Mykill Miers I'm the king of the murder flow Metaphors samurai sword that'll hurt you though Thuggery is virtual, you gangsta on the nigga net Put the mic through your windpipe, I'm 'bout to slit your neck Slicing and dicing, I'm Tyson in his prime The nicest on the mic yo I'm precise with a rhyme And I'm Carson's finest You rewind this Hemisfear's behind this [Scratch Hook] You wanna front what? Jump up and get buck If you're feeling lucky duck then press ya luck [Verse Two] Pass the mic, I take flight like an astronaut I'll blast a lot whether I if I got cash or not I got a master pot to make a faster knot A legendary knight to slice Sir Lancelot Infect you with a disease, let the cancer rot Kick you in the crotch, grown rappers that dance a lot I ain't from Houston but you know that I Rap-A-Lot MC's talk trash they get they Adam's Apple shot I'm Chris Paul to y'all when I pass the rock Or like Pau Gasol with an accurate shot Or like Jason Statham when I'm blasting a Glock I'm mind blowing when I'm blowing out the back of your knot You're doper than me? You know damn well that you're not How you running streets, you're not even the man on your block A one man gang, you and your man can get dropped A runaway train nigga and I can't be stopped [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] A lot of niggas talk a good game But I be on the push man I'm really not playing These rap cats on the mic really got slain Crossing my path is like walking in front of a plane All that remains is bone and blood stains Yo, it ain't a thang I don't roll with a gang I roll with assassins that are military trained That kill from long range put bullets in your brain Give me a beer and a black and I act a fool I grab the pen like a mac then I blast a fool These young cats wear funny clothes like they ass is cool The teacher is teaching so send they ass back to school Ha, they got more learning to do 'Bout to head up overseas got more earning to do Ha, the minute that I came in the do' I had to let you know that I kill it with the flow yo [Scratch Hook]