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Tha Problem
Iigh whas poppin off ? Im mike a.k.a Problem, im a Philadelphia rapper out the 215..Im 18 an on mah grind nah mean, so it is what it is...Um if yu got any questions or if yu tryn collab get at me on my s.n. (Tha215Problem)...Iigh ? 100
-- Scream At Me
Lyrics
These mutha fuckas, claim they got me
This is a relaxen track, aint no glock see
Im imitated sure but no one can copy
How mah style is, nobody can top me
This is tha mello start I share with my fello stars
An I turn insides to cream like carmellos bars
Step up the hype, the way i step to a fight
An throw a left an a right
My style is diffrent i think yall afraid
Cuz i play wit minds an then call it a game
A game of a master..ur magasty, the king
Every rapper wana get me back at me in the ring
So put up the gloves im ready to jab
Cuz every crown u want son, i already have
An u aint gon win, thats life so move on
An i let out my anger presicly threw songs
To let my emotions, run threw ya ears
My fingers run threw my tears
My mind runs threw my fears
No fears im already sick, death's in my view
An leave ya homies, burried next to u
These mutha fuckas, claim they got me
This a relaxen track, aint no glock see
Im imitated sure but no one can copy
How mah style is, nobody can top me
Dirt walls no coffens confort ur remainders
I lose these kids in the trash cans like retainers
Im right in all aspects even pen to pad
My jaws an asset, minds extend to mad
But listen world, im no longer a weak source
Give no remorce u another victom to speak for
Ur down so fast u cant supply a measurement
Way I stab tracks harder then buck at the vibe event
Sit back an listen, an pay close attention
Im not a judge but to ur life I give objection
Ive did it before, I will do it again
My lyrics are murderous, but im accusen the pen
The ink the paper, the letters the words
The lines the rhymes, the nouns the verbs
All fuse as one to equal a sicknen sheet
Bumps in ambulences like hearts skippen a beat
These mutha fuckas, claim they got me
This a relaxen track, aint no glock see
Im imitated sure but no one can copy
How mah style is, nobody can top me
The mics always in my face i leave it abused
Things i gota prove so im not bein removed
Or pushed away by other man, nuthen but trouble man
Who other than me, can be, so smutheran
U hear the ... onli used if nececery
Gallons of liqure poured on graves in cemetaries
If u gaze apon me u see a fallen view in motion
I spit so nice its like a hawaiien view of the ocean
From my rath...its just in ya path to crash
To smash u to ash an leave u red in the grass
Can ya top me nah, i doubt ur abilities
No tranquility, leave ya body with no stability
Watch for bitches tryen to blow-steal-in-me
U feelin me, if not, ill make a coffin ur mobility
These mutha fuckas, claim they got me
This a relaxen track, aint no glock see
Im imitated sure but no one can copy
How mah style is, nobody can top me
