6foot 7foot – M.I feat. Phenom + Lyrics [Plus Illegal Music 2 Intro]

6foot 7foot by M.I featuring rapper Phenom is one of the singles from the anticipated Illegal Music 2 from M.I Set to be released on the 3rd of March 2012.

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Lyrics

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6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot Bunch

MI:

Yaw

Pardon my bravado

I only want the title

I’m killing everything I’m on, I guess I’m suicidal

The rest ain’t say you’re nothing men, They incommunicado

While I rock from Lag to Mars, call it a murcielago

Got different goals so we ball different

I’m tryna find some competition, like it’s gone missing

See haters raising disciples just to come and get him, Luke,

Mark my words I’m not  John (also a slang for toilet) u piss on

Criminal story-teller, call me John Grisham

Illegal Music, Nigger gotta speak with conviction

Hehe

Now tell me that ain’t the line of the year

Haters see me and get wood,because they’re dying to cheer

I swear the game is ’bout to vanish men, if I ain’t appear

It’s like ma money grow on trees and I ain’t tryna share

Most of dis niggas and SUCCESS av a dying affair,

And when I’m talking ’bout PJs men, I’m flying Alair

Hehe

Well, I mean not me personally ‘cos I can’t, I got a pilot n’ shit

Hehe

Yaw

Flier than Emirates

M is rated than meritance

Lyrical miracles as I spit pivotal parables

Microphone and B.P apparatus

Turn a beat into particles

I ain’t the greatest yet but then I’m very close

Close like a best friend

Yes M is sexing

Any beats, send ‘em, I’ll right ‘em like any question

They didn’t use to send M but now, it’s like they texting and pressing

The rest got him bored, like a guest dinner

Tickle the Clit, I put my Eastwood in her Westend

And North side headed for my Southpole

Mouth all over till her mouth swollen

I’m just chilling making millions, getting different numbers calling me, like a dice roll

When I’m in the club, I handle bars like a bicycle

Niggers tryna simulate my flyness, They in flight school

These niggers of mine, so wanna fail, I’m a maestro

Illegal Music 2, I did it twice, I did nice bro

See the difference clear, 7Up

Niggers puffin’, think they’re big and I hit ‘em up

And then I hang ‘em up, prank call

You have plans to make cheques rain… cancel

See my pants full, ‘cos I ball big

Always hitting the spot like an oil rig

Y’all niggers need more, Ammunition B4

You can’t think of blowing up, so what we got is C4

You got weak bars, only weighing a lil(lil wayne reference)

I’m at the centre o’ things, like to stay in the middle

I take these rappers apart like I’m playing Geppetto

I’m guilty of being dope and there is no acquittal

And on the real dough, M can really still flow

Like I took Adenuga’s company, ‘cos I still GLOw

Watch the way you bang into rings and call me Bilbo

Still nobody fucking with me, get a dildo

Nigger

Yeah

Hehe

Phenom, let’s go

PHENOM:

Unh

I know you’re broke but please Pay attention

I’m so old in this game, I should be paper paid in pension

I go harder than erection

I bring rappers depression

I’m spitting on bars like pregnant chicks during detention

And I ma make it rain, fuck the global recession

I’m not saying I’m the best, but who else brings perfection

I’m the right answer to hip hop aint no questioning

And, you are just a pain in the butt, like injection

Raa

Edo boy with a Las Gidi attitude

I stack doves in line and I ain’t even talking Barbecues

Babalawo flow, Things are ’bout to go spiritual

Hip-Hop was dead but here’s an atmosphere for miracle

Rappers looking edible, I’m a lyrical cannibal

It’s dinner time and I’m dining with the Incredible, Mister

We topping the lista

O Boy, if you dey hate, jump out the window, I ain’t talking Vista

Flow z immaculate,u knw dat I’m redundant, I’m jst warming up..yezzir!

Unh

Listen

Running Gidi O

Spitting Ili flow with ma Ili bro

Make the green(Da Grin) like CEO

In the dark, you gon’ see me glow

Rappers get Close like TV Show

For reali O, I’m illi bro

I’ll never Back Down ‘cos I am not a fan of Gidigbo

I’m on the throne baby, you just a Prom King

Like Michael Jackson, you’re fucking with the wrong kid

So better lean back, and watch your nigger stay fat

Phenomous phobia, I leave rappers with the stage fright

Skinny jeans tho but ma pockets stay fat

By June next year, I’ll be tryna get my May back

T-square rappers, They got me so board

I got a chick’s CV from a blow job

Heh

We signing out

Yaw

Unh

CHORUS:

6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot Bunch

6-6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot Bunch

Illegal Music 2 intro.

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  • isaac

    Dis guys are lyrical mad