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mychelle lee - mr. bic كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: mych-lle lee]

i love him and i hate to leave him lonely
made him my side kick and when he beeped i came slowly

to his presence
and smiled, like a kid again with presents
on christmas morn
kinda steppin’ up outta my norm

for this one
i had to back track and recollect
change my position a sec, ‘cuz he got me tripping at best

i ain’t feelin the stress
but who am i to attest
what could possibly bless
my being as the greatest yet

he compliments my vernacular
something kinda spectacular
not like rickys looking pretty
but like a shotgun p-ssenger

with calibers
loaded up, to aim at ya stature
while i capture, ya flag
you puttin’ up while i’m rappin

it’s caucasian in fashion
and ya envy starts to match it

like the flame i ignite
when i’m having verbal spasms
on this rhyme

and he’s here, everytime by my side
a rider like a rib, he down for my spit
and i love him for it
‘cuz it gets no better than this
for serious, it gets no betta than this

[verse 2: mych-lle lee]

i’m ridin down the highway
vibin at a steady pace, to my place
or maybe somewhere out, to vacay
for play play
took him on the journey like he may day
cashin’ on these rhymes
like a payday, that’s wat he say

but hold up, even tho he my right hand man
tighter than rubber bands, on klump hands
try and understand

that the story behind it all
is way deeper than the eye
and it appeals all the same
like a model showin’ thigh

how he write up on my pages
and perfects all my lines
crossing all my t’s
and even heartin’ all the i’s

pushed the margin with me
something in common, bobby and whitney

filled me up like bodyguards
minus the superstar

and i love him for it
‘cuz it gets, no better than this
watching him flip the script
while they trippin’ on our gift/

tag teaming it
tho behind scenes he kinda mad at me
‘cuz i put him down like stage moms do in pageantry

let the ink fall
and waste away, with out a care in me

i care about his needs, even if it’s temporarily
his heart skips a beat, i threw him out, like he charity
quick to replace, instead of changing out the batteries

through the fault of my own
it still kinda saddens me
‘cuz wat we had was real
and it coulda ended happily

it’s crazy
you couldn’t even block it with the mccafee
now here comes the catastrophe

[verse 3: mych-lle lee]
i’m his 5 star chick, i call him my mr bic
i watched him stray from the spiral and let him slip from my grip

what i replaced hm with, multimedia and pics
text messages separated us like we prejudiced

itouch raps and blackberries k!lled the relationship
media hype and blog spots, they got the rest of it
couldn’t back it up with a data chip or floppy disk
now its long gone, locked away into my bandwidth

we broke from the formula of m-n-scripts
that made us rich
‘cuz we think we jigga and freestyle rap
so you think we sick

forgetting the pen, was there before the blueprint
while cyphers weren’t viral and followed with a link to cl!ck
a pad to a pen vanished quicker than magic tricks
hip hop went green and we ain’t even think to notice it

you probably think i’m a spaz
but they say the youngin with the pad
(girl he’s commited)

or maybe stuck in the past and he need to get with it
but whatever the case, hip hop we changin’ with it

but a story of progression that’s told by comp-ssion
is all that matters even if ya tech savvy

- mychelle lee

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