| Yo, my name is Milk, when Milk is on the mic
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| I say all the rhymes you MC’s hate
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| I really don’t care what you think or say
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| I gotta bust a rhyme in my own special way
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| Giz is my brother, mom is my mother
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| Dee is my father, you say why bother?
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| Because they put me here on this earth
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| Lyte is on my side and she is worth
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| More to me than you, forget your crew
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| It doesn’t matter what you say, or what you do
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| I’ll keep on rockin, I roll too quick
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| All you groupies make me sick
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| The King is my boy cause he’s down with us
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| First Priority’s the label, that we trust
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| I really don’t care if you’re big and bad
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| I’m makin more money than you wish you had
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| Girls step up if they know what time it is
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| The left to Milk, the right to Giz
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| I never throw a mic cause I have respect
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| And when I come, I come correct
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| To my left to my right I have bodyguards
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| And in my wallet, credit cards
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| In my pockets, hundreds, and more
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| I give it to your mother, cause your mother’s — a stunt
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| I really don’t care if you’re gettin mad
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| I call you son, son, you call me dad
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| I never take drugs, I like to drink
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| Milk, it helps me grow and think
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| Like a champ, suckers I vamp
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| Soggy MC’s will always stay damp
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| In my presence, and in my residence
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| I keep keys to my car, I go real far
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| To pick up my money
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| I think it’s dope, you think it’s fun-ny
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| (*sample of Milk saying «I don’t care» repeats w/ variations*)
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| But, you, never ever bothered a brother like me
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| I have too much personality
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| When I produce, you say it’s def
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| I’ll pan it right then I’ll pan it left
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| If I want I keep it right in the middle
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| You look puzzled, it isn’t a riddle
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| It’s, a rhyme, one, of mine
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| One of a kind, girls say we’re fine
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| What’s on your mind, you said I’m through?
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| You must be stupid, the Audio Two
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| Is here to stay, every day
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| It doesn’t matter what you think or what you say
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| We’ll keep on rockin, keep on shockin
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| You’ll keep lookin, starin, and mockin
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| Milk style, my brother
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| You’re, a fighter, I’m, a lover
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| And when I’m at a jam I’m always undercover
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| Unless I get paid then I do, a show
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| When I’m finished, I always go
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| I got speakers, the size of your girl
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| Boomin the room an', shakin your world
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| Bigfoot feet are very big
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| If you’re a sucker he’ll help you dig
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| Your grave, or maybe he’ll save your life
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| Mike shot the sherriff, I took your wife
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| Yeah you look mean but it don’t mean nuttin
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| You got dissed with the push of a button
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| You paid your quarter but the game didn’t start
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| It broke your money and it broke your heart
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| I stepped up and the game, begins
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| In this situation I surely win
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| I am the Milk like the milk you drink
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| I don’t care what you say or what you think
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| I’ll keep on movin, keep on slayin
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| Groovin MC’s that think I’m playin
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| On, the mic, my style, you like
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| If you don’t then leave.
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| And I’ll end this jam with time to breathe, boy!
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| (*sample of Milk saying «I don’t care» repeats w/ variations*) |