Harry Shotta

"Do What Ya Like"

They told me i’m sicker than sick and i’m sick of it
Pricker than prick and i’m taking the mick of it
Under the sycamore tree with a piccalo pipe and i’m sticking my bick in it kicking it

Macky Gee came from the mental asylum it’s mental the way i’ve been rhyming abnormal
It’s detremental i be smiling these murderers
Ain’t heard of us, where the hell you been hiding

You shut up, it’s hideous, man are oblivious
Never been obvious, obvious idiots
Tryna compete but i’m heading (oblivion)
Lyrical patterns are gettin’ ridiculous

Over the top and i’m overly repping it
Ripping this Script, can you picture this picture
It’s picture perfect and my pitcher been pitching this
Pitch up a play on this pitch and i’m listing this

Decision is do it i’m living i give it
100% when it comes to my lyrics
You talk it, i live it ahead of my time
Ca..Ca..Can you get with it you man are too rigid

Imagine the syllables i can pack into a minute
It’s wicked the way that i did it
So Giddy Up, Giddy Up, tryna keep up
With the kid who be keeping it extra acidic

Pathetic performers, i’m tired of the gimmicks
I’m tired of the man who mimic their lyrics
And man i don’t see anyone on my level
This lil sh*t doing bits up in the biz and it’s

True i’m still busier, busy bee busily causing a blizzard a wizard i’m hitting it
Busy with bookings you don’t get a look and you’re dead in the game you need to start admitting it



Yeah, i spit sickness on the mic
I’m doing me, you can do what ya like
Jump around, skank, or screw if ya like
I don’t care my don just do what ya like

Cause i’m doing what i wanna and i’m doing what i like
Just doin me while i’m living my life
Doing what i wanna on my own lil hype
If you ain’t on a hype, you ain’t doing it right



Okay be honest i’m moving iconic
Atonic, symbolic or something to balance out all the moronic
Music on the radio, i move atomic and bomb it i’m on it

I represent sick with the sonics your faker than comics
No harmony, but i’m harmonic
I’m harmonic, harmin’ it
Flipping the knowledge on all of the pagans, talking demonic

Horrific i’m way too prolific
Sporadic, MC’s in this thing cannot hack it
Attack it, the track is satiric i’m magic they back it
I’m jacking on rhythms, running it ragged

I’m making a packet of P for just making a racket
Selling my dolly to jack it
Pull up when i pull up the P and i stack it
Get bottles of Booze for the Mack and i crack it

Go back to back with anyone on the planet
American rappers or brethas in plannin’
It’s mania going all manic, mechanic
A maniac on mic for those who not panick

I’ve had it, i’m properly manic
A microphone grabbing from cabinet , a minister manager
Mic in a way that’ll never be average
(Savage) taking collateral damage

I’m doing it differently in the vicinity
Venom all over your rhythm you’re fidgety
Fidgety, bringing it, i’m the epitome
Bobbidi bobbidi bringing the wizardry

Had an epiphany, listen it’s killin’ me
When I was a kid I could be the next legend
Indeed, I be now completing the trinity
Killing the rhythm from now to infinity



Yeah, i spit sickness on the mic
I’m doing me, you can do what ya like
Jump around, skank, or screw if ya like
I don’t care my don just do what ya like

Cause i’m doing what i wanna and i’m doing what i like
Just doin me while i’m living my life
Doing what i wanna on my own lil hype
If you ain’t on a hype, you ain’t doing it right

(You ain’t doing it right
Sick in the head
You sick heads
You lot are seriously sick with it
You gonna get sick on me)



Man wanna bring out the animal, dude i can i’m a cannibal, whopping the hood
I’m a flammable character, you understood if your p*ssing me off, i go all out too boogie

Man all in your face, too many man in the game, man i wanna wash ways
Whack MC’s, i will erase, man is offended look at his face!

Little to diss and your taking the p*ss
If you think you and me are the same it’s a miss
It’s not even a diss I’m just keeping it one hundred
(?)

p*ss in the wind if your wishing I’d slip I will
Never slip but I got grip on this sh*t
And nobody can do what I do on the mic
And I do what I like and the match fits!


See me I’m all about the hype on the mic
I’m doing me you can do what you like
Jump around, skank, or screw if you like
(Yanno what f*ck the chorus Mackey turn that sh*t off)
(Shutdown)

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