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Mike's Low-Ride Chronicles 2 by spit farm

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Mike's Low-Ride Chronicles 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

0:002:15
Lyrics
Description
(Intro - Spoken Word Over Beat)
Yo, check it—Mike’s in the house, but his pants ain't quite there...
Watch your step, or you might just catch a cheeky glare!
(Chorus)
Mike’s pants so low, they’re callin’ gravity’s bluff,
Cheeks peekin’ out, got the world sayin’ "Enough!"
Strippin’ copper wires like a sneaky bandit’s bluff,
Smokin’ pint clouds, dumb words spillin’ off his cuff.
(Verse 1)
He’s the sag king, trousers droppin’ like a bassline,
No belt, just swagger, he’s that low-ridin’ headline.
Copper wire magician, twistin’ volts into gold,
But his vocabulary? Man, it’s a circus of bold.
Words stumble, bumble, mix like a smoothie gone wrong,
Spittin’ nonsense rhymes that don’t last too long.
Yet he owns every syllable with a grin so wide,
Mike’s comedy show, a wild, wobbly ride.
(Chorus)
Mike’s pants so low, they’re callin’ gravity’s bluff,
Cheeks peekin’ out, got the world sayin’ "Enough!"
Strippin’ copper wires like a sneaky bandit’s bluff,
Smokin’ pint clouds, dumb words spillin’ off his cuff.
(Verse 2)
Picture this: Mike puffin’ on a pint so thick,
Smoke rings spelling out words that don’t quite stick.
"Flibber-flabber," he says, "What’s a jibber-jabber?"
Neighbors laugh so hard they call it a blabber blabber.
Copper coils in his hands, a thief with a grin,
Each wire stripped with a slapstick spin.
His pants are a statement, a flag of defiance,
Low as the jokes, but high on self-reliance.
(Bridge - Breakdown with Twist)
Oh, Mike’s got a secret hidden in his sag,
It’s not just his pants—he’s got a mind that tags
Every dumb word with a wink and a nod,
He’s a rogue poet, a misfit god.
So what if the world chuckles at his low-fallin’ jeans?
He’s the king of the low, the prince of the scenes.
(Chorus - Variation)
Mike’s pants droppin’ like beats in a freestyle fight,
But his cheeky grin turns wrong to right.
Strippin’ copper gold, puffin’ smoke like a dragon’s flight,
Dumb words? Nah, they’re his comedic light.
(Outro)
So here’s to Mike, the saggin’ sensation,
A poetry rebel in low-hanging creation.
His pants might be low, but his spirit’s sky-high,
Mike’s comedy rap, a low-ridin’ lullaby!
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