Crowded - Mickey Factz

I’m being watched for the wrong reasons

All scheming

They say they love you but they hate you in all seasons

They spring up when you win turns to more freedom

Cause they want summa ya bread before you fall screaming

Believe it, quiz Ripley about the kid mickey

The artist with 4 eyes but not from Mississippi

Ironically I ain’t got nothing but vision in me

I’m ill when I paint words nobody sicker than me

I heal when I spray words its no Achilles with me

But clones still wanna kick and hit me

I scare bastards, ghost on the air you fear Casper

Eyes watch but it never works out for stare masters

I’m judged, every year after I hear laughter

Invade your mind, your ear captured, thereafter

So many people got opinions on my dominion

I’ve worked for what I’ve earned I’m not offended, I meant it

So many people… So many people…

«Where do I go?

Where do I go?

I’ll never know, I’ll never know.»

So many people… So many people…

«Where do I go?

Where do I go?

I’ll never know, I’ll never know.»

See its a shame, how money will make people strange

So when people change, I don’t even give the people change

Your relatives are first to try & take advantage

Family tree cross me, then I’m breaking branches

Spray paint a canvas

Create a world you can’t find like when God made Atlantis I’m displaying talent

Preying mantis, I make em panic

Rape the planet, fuck the world, I’m naked dammit

I came with nothing and I leave with nothing

I don’t have faith in suckers I believe in something

And that’s me, Mickey MauSe my splash reach

Is longer than rap sheets by criminal athletes

To me its a sport, vacation in the gulf

On a scale of one to ehh you know who ten is, of course

The Arthur Ashe of the street autographs

I’m the shit, you a toilet splash that’s talking trash

Brain crowded, evade cowards

Mask on leave my mark on a strange tower

Such a pity I don’t give love in my own city

I had to fly overseas to get love for Mickey

MauSe, see I’m gentle with the pencil

Trips to Asia, stencil work on a temple

Respected by the elders, packed my Nintendo

Never beat Zelda but Mario was simple

Fans adored me, no security on me

Ladder on the side of a forty floor story

Black Riddler who concentrated ask Hitler

Camped out, in the Jihad river and had dinner