That was lesson number 1
Now lesson number 2
You doubting my chops
Put your racks on
Who's this? Who's who?
New season
You want notes and a flow?
Put the record on
Nothing close to compare
Your assumptions
You doubting my chops
Put your racks on
Who's this? Who's who?
New season
You want notes and a flow?
Put the record on
Nothing close to compare
Your assumptions
An introduction, huh?
It's a lot of things
But one thing
I love to turn pain into hard cash
The name's Miryam, but it's Mimo when I rap
I'm animated, no aggression
Butterknife smooth, it's a scorpion
Obsession
Sculpting with emotions
Wait, where's your French accent when you speak?
It's in the belly of the beast
Harlem, repping East
514 with the fleece
But since you asked for it
I can rub it in
Colonizer on my tongue
Been settling
You like the way I move, oui vraiment ?
Maybe you could try to hold me en attendant?
Talk to me comme un grand
I don't say “croissant” I say croissant
Make up your mind, j'ai pas l'temps
For a little summer fling de temps en temps
I'm romantic & dramatic low key
Can I work you du lundi au samedi ?
What you wanna do?
Snacky in your tracksuit
May I peel you?
Fais pas comme si
Cross your t's right on my “I”
You see? Moi je joue pas à ça
But you play that like je sais pas
And that's cute and all
But My time's expensive like my overalls
So when you done replaying
Analyzing, rhyme counting
Let me know when the math is mathing, since
You doubting my chops
Put your racks on
Who's this? Who's who?
New season
You want notes and a flow?
Put the record on
Nothing close to compare
Your assumptions
You doubting my chops
Put your racks on
Who's this? Who's who?
New season
You want notes and a flow?
Put the record on
Nothing close to compare
Your assumptions
So again, nice to meet you
I'm gonna leave you on a note
So you see it through
I'm no bundle, I don't juggle
You been demeaning me
Though I'm humble, ugh
Don't overthink it, it'll make you sad
It's okay I'll bring you back to life
With Hoodoo verve you didn't know about
I could curse but you've already died
And I stay polite
Cause I'm sweet inside
La vérité
I'm not trynna fight
My point is don't count me out
Every time you think
You got me figured out
You can't box me out
That's what I'm all about
And if you're still in doubt
Go ahead and run this back
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