Lyrics of Me - o - mi - o

The coming of the new overlordian
I, i be the boy within the man so why try
I never needed comp, i never wanted comp
I feels i exceeded the skills needed

I'm rough with the stuff, enough puff they got
But they not the shot, i got the proof
Aloof, type fella, helluva guy
I love myself and my high

Roll with finks and if it's essential
Yo, even if it don't mean shit, i will convince you
Since, you never been in my brain
You probably never noticed the array of the pain

But i gain, no pain, no gain, no brain, no sane
Thoughts, will be maintained, so i keep my head on
Can't be fuckin' with that buddha too often
I'm new to that, but i'm true to that
Due to mack policies, i need to know if i know
This is me-o-mi-o-why

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Me-o-mi-o
I'm tryin' to let the fly know, what i know
I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends
Hitting, skins along with men who set trends

I base my reasoning
Upon casual, having nuff seasoning
And plus i please a queen, when i choose too
Never can decide which one to give juice to

I'm always with a dip on a trip
And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip
Similar to rattles, so i apply the proper poetry used
To gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess

I live a life of malice, but still i feel
That i will never forget, who my pal is
So now you need to learn or know like i know
The info is in me-o-mi-o-why

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The autobiography of me
Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be
This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical
Stages it's pitiful the way i get the pull

Flame from the mysteries, so i twist the g's that's around me
Releasing frustration by clowning
But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors
That i post more than i really do

But really who's to blame? no scapegoat, i just shape dope
Wishin' to make over a career
But will i say, when my parents say, rap won't stay
Don't they know, yet they won't show, as i flow

Keepin' the rhymes constant, john spent, time in rhymin'
So i'm sure that i'm gonna get mine then
The end, come dine with my family and friends
And a calamity, couldn't cram the g when i begin

Me-o-mi-o, me-o-mi-o
Me-o-mi-o, me-o-mi-o
Me-o-mi-o, me-o-mi-o
Me-o-mi-o, me-o-mi-o