vegetables

[Verse 1: MIKE] It's either you fam or you food, it's only my mans in the room I do this dance for the sun, with both of my hands on the moon A lot of you niggas is trash, I guess I'm extending the broom I did this work all alone, please stop pretending it's you I spent some days in my room, so I could present this to youth My boys need a ring this year, and I need a letterman too Youngest in the game right now, but i'm making veteran moves I need that guaca right now, smellin' like Mexican food Fuck, I just said food twice, boy I'm a star in the blue night Boy, I'ma bar if the mood right, noisey my bars when the tune hype You spitting but you ain't really move MIKE When you on stage, you don't move mics [Verse 2: Johnny U] MIKE-y set the mood right with food twice, far out gimme two slices Who's nice as this? Who writes like this? You paid his dues on used mics or slightly preowned, rightly he owns all the steaks Y'all fight for meat bones Write and rewrite rhymes, the reflex time is tight like ice to knee bones I just said bones twice, roll this track like pits to Old Spice Golden flow just pissed and missed the bowl, mister old guy Fists of coals, hot furnace burnin', might preach a sermon on demon worship This evil wordsmith will have you asking 'fore you open that trap, go to spittin' that rap, is it even worth it?