Mr Mic Rippa – ’96 Cream Hunt

Mr Mic Rippa – ’96 Cream Hunt Lyrics

Artist: Mr Mic Rippa
Song: ’96 Cream Hunt

Enter my dimension, mcs are lackin the comprehension
That’s why i take ’em to school, and leave ’em after for detention
My whole is squad one aggravated platoon
Drinkin hennesey and whiskey, smokin laced blunts in the afternoon

The world gets higher from my fat beats and hooks
Smokin with crooks, puttin fakers in history books
f#ck the media, ’cause i ain’t tryna sweat pins and pendants
It’s strictly ’bout the cash, and keepin the crowd attendance

Deadly apprentice, form my words of violencе in a sentence
Adrеnaline rushes, when i portray lyrical vengeance
So everyday i’m aware that it could be on
Plus money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon

I’m on a cream hunt, so everyday i get it on
Plus money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon
Give me a leg son, and i’mma have to take an arm
’cause money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon

So now i sit back, and realize that the world is cursed
f#ck snatchin a purse, i’d rather make a million dollar verse
I know the pain hurts, so still i continue doin this dirt
Lookin for reasons to validate why nothin f#ckin works

So still i hit the l, while lettin smoke release
Constructin these rugged sounds
That have you walkin by, throwin up peace
I send a shout to raw d, roly and stone

And my man big paul, who lived at night on our very own
But now i got some goals that i can accomplish
Livin my life straight, without havin a guilty conscience
Most definitely my sh#t is one of the bombest

Smokin spliffs, and bonin fly hoes, like pocahontas
I’m on a cream hunt, so everyday i get it on
’cause money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon
Give me a leg son, and i’mma have to take an arm

’cause money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon
Now see, i’m hopin that the future holds many many surprises
Stackin my loot, while i witness herbs wearin disguises
Baggin up money in attachés and briefcases

Come and approach my crew, and see how fast your life erases
’cause a couple a slugs makes you an object of the past
Puttin your eyeballs in your butt, so you can watch me kick that #ss
Gettin wicked whenever wisdom travels through the blunt

I never front, i keep it real on this cream hunt
I’m on a cream hunt, so everyday i get it on
’cause money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon
Give me a leg son, and i’mma have to take an arm

’cause money talks, and b#llsh#t walks the marathon
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Release Year: 2023