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letra de new wave - mike (aka mjangles)

[verse 1: mike]
this that old school feelin’ with that new school flow
a couple real n-ggas maybe you should know
and this ain’t really for you if you move to slow
lemme go ahead and show you to tobias defoe

[chorus: tobias defoe & mike]
if it’s me i know they gon’ copy
i’m smooth sailin the new wave
it feel good to know they gon’ watch me
i’m smooth sailin’ the new wave
they come (they come), they go (they go)
the girls (the girls), the bros (the bros)
the highs (the highs), the lows (the lows)
i’ve seen (i’ve seen) it all (it all)
and on (and on) the day (the day)
we sail (we sail) away (away)
we’ll hit (wе’ll hit) the bay (the bay)
you can ride this wavе
[verse 2: mike]
i pull up, i sit down, and they stop and stare
i sit back, look around, and i rock the chair
not a word, not a sound, but some thoughts to share
is he smart, is he loud, and what got him here?
are you not aware?
have you not prepared?
this is not a gimmick
it’s a shock affair
had a lot to bear
had a lot to dare
so i gots to get it
you can watch the glare
i get an introduction
i look em in the eyes
a couple weeks of workin’
i’m pleasantly surprised
they hear the reputation
i feel it come alive
you know the men and women
but numbers never lie
and with that another star been identified
finna bring the heat but the shine’s where i specialize
faced with the static so i left em all electrified
rookie of the year put it together an recognize

[verse 3: mike & tobias defoe]
i need a few more waves, a few more brews
a little less lies, a little more truth
and when you see mine you need no proof
you give a new feelin’ then the people gon’ move

i’m tarantino with vino on date night
you prolly heard ‘bout me through the grape vine
yeah i’m a mystery man, but center screen when they pan
the camera roll, ready, set, action
i tell a lady i’m jamie in ‘89
then get to slow jammin’ at the same time
cuz i don’t need a reminder, i can see for myself
we sailin’ on ‘til we hit the bay side

it’s the life of a self-made, certified hustler
you can find the other dude chillin’ with the busters
posted in my navy suit, label looking custom
and temp fade meaner than the city that i come from

- mike aka mjangles

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