At The Motherf*&^ing Halo - Spose, DJ Rew, Ock Cousteau

Once upon a time, not long ago

We made some dope records at The motherfucking Halo

I’m old school so I get to the point quicker

You past your prime like an overweight stripper

My time to fuck around, right around zero

You ask me twenty times, Warren Buffett’s still my hero

I’m out here chasing dinero like Bobby De Niro

I’ma buy a neighborhood and be somebody hero

Always hang with weirdos, my homies is my kinfolk

We dick your girlie real slow, old school medicine shelf

Make 'em see a rainbows like shooting free throws

Chasing checks is all we know, there they go at the do'

I’m always blessed, not stressed, it could be armed incest

I don’t just try fly-ness, I’m like a litmus test

You must be confused, you think you wanna diss this

That’s like an atheist that’s celebrating Christmas

Liar is your element like Lithium and Argon

I’m here to prove it, you losing gives me a hard on

Got bars long, from married moms selling Arbonne

The Stella Artois coaster poster with the hard gloss

I’m from Maine where I don’t gotta keep my car locked

M’s on my mind like I’m playing for Jim Harbaugh

I’m not restricted to conventional thought

I risk it all, got balls like intentional walks

You make me wanna tee-hee like Rob Gronk

'cause life’s a bitch like it was your dog’s mom

You think your circle’s dope but P. Dank know it isn’t, though

You’re all a bunch of squares like some sticky notes

I’m a nice guy, but my jaw is mean

Your rhymes weaker than the hand on the claw machine

So fuck your concert, bro, I’m mad I came to it

I had a better time getting robbed in St. Louis

They tried to doubt me from the first verse that I laid the tape

But I practiced up, went and made mistakes

Never slept much, while the rest was, keep my reps up

Gotta get a step up so I stayed awake

Nodoz in my bars, no Xanny

Flows more like nose candy, no Mars

Still my whole family’s large

And we gracin' stages

Amazin' pace that we lace the page with

Some folks’ll fake it 'til they come face to face with the greatness

You lazy faded suckers who fuck up a beat, I duff and repeat

Meet four knuckles that will touch you and fuck up your week

Told dudes I showed to prove

Reps dope, cold aloof

I wreck flows from the shows and booth

You can check Snopes so you know the truch

We move swiftly, the crew’s with me, the mood uplift me

Shoot the harpoon from the calypso to skew the fishy

Your view is iffy, your image is weak

Over before you started, you artists too timid to speak

The meek shall inherit the shit that I choose to leave without

Please believe me, it’s Mike Beasley, the beast

Peace, I’m out

I backslap rappers physically and vocally, I’m the one y’all hope to be

A motherfucking giant, it’s impossible not to notice me

I’ll Sean Carter roundhouse, that’s the shit that I’m about

I don’t need no topic, I just say some shit and sound it out

A motivated man, with a master plan

Dropping verses over bangers thanks to God.Damn.Chan

I turn Gold River stone killer, jealous fucking spade bitter

While I’m steady laughin', I’m 'bout to make this happen

Y’all some sing-along silly fucks, talk slick but really suck

Tell your moms to call me, I got ways for her to make a buck

I don’t need no luck, I got the gift, fuck a «what if»

I’m what is that dopeness, y’all motherfuckers hopeless

I spaz out and start slapping up people

I’m a beast with an attitude, I’m oh so evil

This is part one of one, ain’t gon' be no sequel

And as far as rapping go, I’ve never met my equal, one