Sublime - Mickey Factz

All I want is respect

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Don’t fuck with a vet

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

I’m all on your monitor, letting go a verse or two

Looky here, Monica, don’t take it personal

I won’t make it personal, in plain English

I rock cause I’m hot so I need to get extinguished

Cool, look here kid, throught the day and night

I’m Neil Armstrong cause I been taking flight

So sick, got the cooties, when I make these songs

I’m on a island somewhere, no A.C. on

I don’t feel some type of way, so I think you shouldn’t

But I’m saying what I feel cause I think you wouldn’t

I’m doing things that I think you couldn’t

You can’t see the vision, put my glasses on I don’t think you looking

I see what my retina shows

I’m sure America knows that I’m better with flows

Don’t enter the scope, if you blink, rookie

I put a jimmy on her, scoop your girl for her pink cookies

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Cause I’m one of the best

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Don’t fuck with a vet

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

See you doing your thing, laid the whole plan out

But fuck a battle homey, we can bring the bands out

It’s all good when you see me, got your hand out

But you acting like a motherfucker need a handout

Lost my keys to rap’s house, so I stand out

Lyrically, put you in the dirt then pull a plant out

Stick to your roots, baby I’m stunting

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Yeah, it’s the Achievement, and yes I’m incredible

Ask anybody about you, they’ll say you’re terrible

This is so general, Factz really spitting

I’m universal, don’t pack me in a division

It’s all love, rap is a competition

And I’m the composition written for the opposition

Even a doctor listens, check my position

A Rod of the game, Guggenheim bitches

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Cause I’m one of the best

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Don’t fuck with a vet

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

Homey I been hot, I take all responsibility

And consequences for what my pen jot

My sixth sense say these cats doubt I’m too cool

Now I guess I got to blackout on YouTube

You and I not the same, so I jot this rhyme

To shout the guys who have a spotless mind

It’s automatic, plus this shit’s electronic

Internet gorilla, digital messiah, I got it

My eyes are crooked without these Prada optics

The stars on the side of them, I ain’t got to lie to them

I chill in crowds, but I dropped out of college

So it’s real hard for me to choose music over knowledge

This is not a diss song, it’s a slick song

Sublimes go undetected until you look for them

I push forward, never backtrack the stats

'Til next time, that be the facts

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Cause I’m one of the best

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much

All I want is respect

Nothing more, nothing less

Don’t fuck with a vet

You ain’t know by now

You ain’t learn that much

I don’t respond to a sublime

It ain’t hurt that much