Lyrics Like Michael J. - Rough Demo - Daniel Flores

Givin it the gas
I'm rollin' up on fire
Spit without a mask
There's things that I desire
Run up on her fast
Ten features
I'm for hire
If you want a flaming samurai, I'm the guy
Just don't let 'em see you cry (Uh)
Winnin' to the max
I'm very, very happy
Makin' new tracks
There's more of you I'm asking
Take her to the back
Priorities aren't lacking
You can make me the luckiest man alive today
Just pray, then say, "Okay"

Like Michael J, Ima make 'em all spin
Reppin' my city
Got the ball
Now I'm lost in the wins (Gone)
Hoggin' All-Star Sessions 'cause
God paid for sins that he wouldn't ever
Ever even think to commit
(Ble-) Blessed, like the opposite of stressed
(Ima-) Ima jet, like my last name Lee
If my favorite nickname of all time be Daniel-San, Chop-Chop
You can call that Karate
Move 'fore I move
This' how I lead
No Excuses
Just Productivity
Leading souls to Christ for the H-A-R-V-E-S-T
Central Time Zone
There's no "I" in "We"
We gon' get fitted with the Armor of G-O-D
No MegaMan X
Won't Bleed
Jesus overpaid
Now I'm rich in Mercy
Excuse my French
Thank God for you and me (yuh)
If you think I'm bringing wack-sauce
I just might John-Wick-Type-Job you with a head-nod
Call that a hit, like click the bell icon
Gettin' every notification, like a iBomb
App ideas aside
(Spittin') Spittin' eye balm just like Jesus Messiah
I know it feels so wrong, but I don't wanna talk about Mike Todd
Them pastor politics can be so odd
Yet, that was pretty messed up though
Just sayin'
I'm super justified
Not bald
No Krillin
Killin beats, like in Scary Movie
We chillin' (True, True)
Feelin' like a beast
Feel like I'm the (Doo Doo)
Snackin' like Scoob
Velma done lost her glasses again
She about to think I'm rude 'less she thinks
A poltergeist done come up in the room and
Spoke the word "Nice"
She might get spooked, but
I hope she's true to the catchphrase she always uses
And wants to get jinkies with it
Shag a boo too
I know I crossed the line, like a faulty Bluetooth
But seein' inside my mind is a pleasure
Who knew?
Living for the flesh leads to death, so Ima repent
But tables turned, I wouldn't blame you
Living for the flesh leads to death
So Ima repent, but tables turned, I wouldn't blame you

Givin it the gas
I'm rollin' up on fire
Spit without a mask
There's things that I desire
Run up on her fast
Ten features
I'm for hire
If you want a flaming samurai, I'm the guy
Just don't let 'em see you cry (Uh)
Winnin' To The Max