We say a lot to say a little
And sometimes we say the most when we ain't really saying s*** at all
Cottonmouth, I swear I spit it all
I spit it all on the paper,
I'm twisting all of this paper
I'm spending all of this paper for retail therapy
Brim low, they still can tell it's me
They say they want the kid in Tel Aviv
Now what that tell the world?
I know you smelling me
I don't need a cosign, I'm in my own tangent
Seeing all the angles, working through semantics
Got niggas frantic
They want me downward dog, I've been praying mantis
We ain't flipping yola, we just doing yoga
Stretching while you stressing out about your wallet
Step my training up to hyperbolic
Chambers got my brain on brolic
https://x.com/KAYTRANADA/status/1820161892964245985
Mick’s personal discog rankings
https://twitter.com/mickjenkins/status/1741165518491693554Trees & Truth > The Waters
You better get to know me
I move in silence like I’m with Shinobi
Need a shooter better get a Kobe
You talkin' tough Toucan Sam, don't get to f***in' wit me
I clip yo wings now you fly as a penguin, banging
Dope slanging,
A f***in' slave, I can still see the rope hanging
Mick quietly got a god tier discography
That's some strange love
@OP Make this the official thread. We can’t keep making new ones every time Mick drops something
Start the steamer
We steaming the marijuana
Like spark plugs for the conversation
Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real niggas
Field niggas, don't you let us off the chain
Cause we plotting, I'm just writing
Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton
Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten
Put vendettas in the letters for the mail
But I'm picking Stockton
F*** your stocks, I'm a bigger option
F*** your couch, you a opp
In my socks, we can get it popping
pieces of a man is one of the best rap albums ever
Pigeon-holed
Not me, walk different like I'm pigeon-toed
Slue-footed, bow-legged long as niggas know
We not the same, give a f*** bout what you did before