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1. Mike G is a member of the Los Angeles Hip Hop collective OFWGKTA. He has released one solo album (ALI, 2010), A mixtape titled Mike Check, and a number of Chopped & Screwed Remix albums, including a version of "Bastard" by fellow bandmate, Tyler, The Creator. A collaboritive EP with Vince Staples (Award Tour) is set to be released on Black Friday. His second solo album "GOLD" is expected to be released in 2012.
Ali - http://hulkshare.com/sjikf2q6svpu
The Award Tour - http://www.mediafire.com/?0mi13wc51e5v2sb
http://moracularworld.tumblr.com/
www.twitter.com/MikeGKTA.
2. Mike G is a former member of Cyber Grind band Wecamewithbrokenteeth, hailing from Kansas. Mike G turned to Hip Hop shortly after leaving this band. His music can be found at https://soundcloud.com/gumzdrumz which is mentioned on the facebook page facebook.com/wcwbtmetal
A Million and One Answers
Mike G Lyrics
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A Million...
A Million... A Million...
A Million... A Million...
(1: Mike G)
I'll never say I'm the shit I'm too clean for that
But I will say I'm sick, no strings attached
Try get my whole crew rich, so my team can match
Honestly niggas can't fly with no wings attached
So I'm in a G-5 with the screens intact
And I'm a really swell guy just to be exact
Fact is I've been worldwide just to take it back
My 'I canget you high' lines make em fiend like crack
So It's Coke Keys I'm dishin till my seat lean back
And the dollar bills flipping till the gold card black
Get four cars to match, I'ma leave it at that
Spit four bars for rapping we can meet in the back
I mean the top, the lord knows I don't know how to act
I didn't start at the base, cuz the top attracts
Still first in the race, see how they react
Whats that... ha... just to spit facts
Keep me abstract in combat
I've spent about (a million) bucks on the streets alone
Cuz it's like, the hundreds is my home and I'm
At Alife everyday
Nigga Rogue Status, okay
This pad is my shield, pen's my sword for real
Embrace the martian, turn the whole world to clover field
Negotiations when I heard 'em say they'd give me the mill-
Open up the briefcase and shit, I'll take that deal
No bitch denying me I'm chasing money cuz see,
Red, White and green Parmesan I need extra cheese
That drip like Krink, but in cans nigga spray it
Fuck love, all I've got for hoes is wait, won't say it
Tryna Stray from cliché I'm rocking my chain anyway
Bad bitch on my side, she could get it any day
Any day in anyway look theres a price to pay for jocking my move
These niggas watch me like a stage play
Peep this head, cracker, ho smacker
Whack rapper, attack her, Internet hacker
No slacker, best factor, west division bracket
Act like you know TH on the jacket
Not a DJ but I scratch it while you hack it
Make you go go like gadget, perform magic
Without a wand, I drop bombs, without Saddam
A vet without 'nam, I make sense without common ground
(A million) Rappers wanna be like me I said, (A million) niggas tryna touch mike g
(A million) rappers all tryna prevail yeah, (A million) try but a million fail
07, west coast legend, make the game different
I don't know why the hell these niggas say it didn't
Versus best written, clothes are my addiction
Nine days out the week I'm in the lab spittin'
Or in the cab pimpin' bitches that look like you
Cuz the seats all white and the coupe's light blue
I'm a crook like you, cats back in my city
Said they had the King beat dawg, what could I do?
Know what I'm supposed to style, I'm coolest nigga's poster child
Bet everybody nobody know my style
It's ironic and what not, how niggas gonna cop
An iced out g-shock just because its hot
Ask, I ain't gotta Obama shirt to say the least
I won't carry around a President that's not deceased
And I'm sorry but it's true, pay me, fuck you
This verse is to guarantee that he can't be beat
And my main goal is just to have some fun
Cuz the scoreboard don't show you how the game was won
But west coast mothafucker, what's fucking with them
Not a damn thing nigga, we doin' our damn thing
A million... A million...
In Mike G's song "A Million and One Answers," he talks about his achievements and wealth, as well as his determination to keep rising in the game. Mike G is heard using his flows and skillful wordplay to make a statement about his impeccable rapping ability. His lyrics solidify his place in the rap game, as he talks about his success traveling across the world, having multiple cars, buying coke keys, and having women by his side. He acknowledges his love for money and how it motivates him to keep chasing his goals. He emphasizes that he is the coolest and most unique rapper in the industry, the "poster child" of rap, he asserts that he does not need any affirmation or support; he only wants to have fun on his way to the top. He proudly announces his title as a west coast legend, reminding all that no one can compete with his unique and skillful style.
Line by Line Meaning
I'll never say I'm the shit I'm too clean for that
I won't boast myself up, I'm too humble for that
But I will say I'm sick, no strings attached
But I do admit that I'm talented, with no extra factors
That, you can promise, don't need a ring for that
This is something I can guarantee, no need for commitment
Try get my whole crew rich, so my team can match
My goal is to make my group wealthy, so we're all on the same level
Honestly niggas can't fly with no wings attached
People can't succeed without the right tools and resources
So I'm in a G-5 with the screens intact
I've got what I need to soar high and I'm living luxuriously
And I'm a really swell guy just to be exact
I'm a great person, that's just the truth
Fact is I've been worldwide just to take it back
I've traveled globally and brought my experiences back home
My 'I can get you high' lines make em fiend like crack
My words can transport listeners and make them crave for more
So It's Coke Keys I'm dishin till my seat lean back
I'm passing out lines so heavy, it makes me lean back in my seat
And the dollar bills flipping till the gold card black
Money keeps flowing until everything is paid for in full
Get four cars to match, I'ma leave it at that
I'm content with having four matching cars
Spit four bars for rapping we can meet in the back
I'll showcase my talent with 4 lines and we can discuss it further
I mean the top, the lord knows I don't know how to act
I've made it to the highest level of success and I don't know how to behave
I didn't start at the base, cuz the top attracts
I didn't start from scratch, success drew me in
Still first in the race, see how they react
I'm still on top and people are jealous and envious
Whats that... ha... just to spit facts
Just stating the truth, no need to act
Keep me abstract in combat
I stay original and creative to stand out
I've spent about (a million) bucks on the streets alone
I've spent a lot of money on the streets
Cuz it's like, the hundreds is my home
I feel at home when I'm spending cash on exclusive items
and I'm At Alife everyday
I'm always at Alife streetwear store
Nigga Rogue Status, okay
I'm associated with Rogue Status streetwear brand
This pad is my shield, pen's my sword for real
My writing is my weapon and it protects me
Embrace the martian, turn the whole world to clover field
I'm unique, and I want to make a global impact
Negotiations when I heard 'em say they'd give me the mill-
I negotiate for millions when people offer me deals
Open up the briefcase and shit, I'll take that deal
I'm willing to accept a great deal when I see it
No bitch denying me I'm chasing money cuz see,
I'm not letting anything get in my way of chasing money
Red, White and green Parmesan I need extra cheese
I need more money, like the colors of the Italian flag
That drip like Krink, but in cans nigga spray it
I'm making money like a spray paint brand
Fuck love, all I've got for hoes is wait, won't say it
I'm not looking for love, just casual hookups
Tryna Stray from cliché I'm rocking my chain anyway
I'm trying to be original but I still have expensive jewelry
Bad bitch on my side, she could get it any day
I have an attractive woman with me, who can get anything she wants
Any day in anyway look theres a price to pay for jocking my move
If someone copies me, they will face consequences
These niggas watch me like a stage play
People watch me closely, like a theatrical performance
Peep this head, cracker, ho smacker
Watch this carefully, I'm an expert in many things
Whack rapper, attack her, Internet hacker
I can destroy inept rappers and hack the internet
No slacker, best factor, west division bracket
I'm not lazy, I'm one of the best, representing the west
Act like you know TH on the jacket
Recognize me, with the initials on my coat
Not a DJ but I scratch it while you hack it
I'm not a DJ, but I can handle my own, while you cheat and hack
Make you go go like gadget, perform magic
I can mesmerize you like the cartoon character 'Inspector Gadget', with my magic
Without a wand, I drop bombs, without Saddam
I don't need any help, I can make an impact like dropping bombs, without a villain like Saddam Hussein
A vet without 'nam, I make sense without common ground
I don't need to cling to a war like a veteran, I can still make sense without common agreement
(A million) Rappers wanna be like me
There are many rappers who want to emulate me
I said, (A million) niggas tryna touch mike g
There are many people trying to reach my level of success
(A million) rappers all tryna prevail yeah
There are many rappers trying to succeed
(A million) try but a million fail
But most of them fail
07, west coast legend, make the game different
I'm a legendary artist from the West Coast, who changes the game
I don't know why the hell these niggas say it didn't
I don't understand why some people don't recognize my talent
Versus best written, clothes are my addiction
My lyrics are top-notch and I love buying clothes
Nine days out the week I'm in the lab spittin'
I spend most of my time writing and recording music
Or in the cab pimpin' bitches that look like you
Or I'm cruising around with attractive women
Cuz the seats all white and the coupe's light blue
In a car that's white with a light blue interior
I'm a crook like you, cats back in my city
I'm a hustler just like others in my city
Said they had the King beat dawg, what could I do?
Others thought they could beat me, but what's there to do?
Know what I'm supposed to style, I'm coolest nigga's poster child
I have my own style and I'm the coolest person alive
Bet everybody nobody know my style
But not everyone recognizes or understands my style
It's ironic and what not, how niggas gonna cop
It's ironic how people will copy me
An iced out g-shock just because its hot
Or buy a trendy watch just because it's popular
Ask, I ain't gotta Obama shirt to say the least
Don't question my style, I don't need to wear an Obama shirt
I won't carry around a President that's not deceased
I won't follow trends just because it's popular, like carrying a photo of a living President
And I'm sorry but it's true, pay me, fuck you
I'm worth my talent, and if you don't pay up, then forget it
This verse is to guarantee that he can't be beat
This verse is to ensure that my talent is unbeatable
And my main goal is just to have some fun
My ultimate goal is to enjoy the process of making music
Cuz the scoreboard don't show you how the game was won
The final score doesn't reveal how one has achieved the victory
Not a damn thing nigga, we doin' our damn thing
No one can stop us from doing what we do best
Contributed by Camilla G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@enzofrancisco5254
Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!
(music drops in)
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall off?
No...
...a lot of speculation
on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really match
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW!
Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh
Know my style
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, cause I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggaz still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applyin the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uhh, feel this
@hinokintv
[somebody whispering]
Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!
(music drops in)
[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
f***ed up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall off?
No...
...a lot of speculation
on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really match
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherf***ers 11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW!
Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh
Know my style
Motherf***ers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I'm no more, cause I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggaz still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applyin the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on
Motherf***ers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uhh, feel this
@YardratZ
Ok. This screams j. Cole. Idk what song but it’s something from the warm up. And come up. He used this flow and dictation. Someone help. It’s a few j Cole songs that he DEF used this type flow
@nolongerjuicyboiz4413
I can't help you but I pinned so maybe someone else can
@zachpiper3158
@Juicy Boiz p
@YardratZ
Thanks man. I’m back. I looked for the song. Couldn’t find it. Probably heard it and didn’t realize.
@messiahisaiah7521
Nipsey a million
@YardratZ
@K B na I know that song. But thanks. It’s a j Cole song. He didn’t use the same sample. He just used this exact cadence and tone
@Ryu2o4
Jay Spazzed out on that 2nd verse. It completely flew over my head as a kid. The older I get the more I become obsessed with his older work.
@cynthiawright7355
This album dope he just had puffy on that’s why it was seem too glossy for the media Nd his fan base
@djhonza1939
Bruce Jenner I totally agree!! Streets is Watching. That was written in his head, no pad or paper..genius!
@NMY23
Facts