THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED | Mykel Hawk Music

Ya'll about to get to know the new kid on the block
But I ain't no Markey Mark, Nah they call me Mykel Hawk
Ya'll rappers talk a lot, you should conserve your words
You stalking girls on Facebook, me I'm out here swerving birds
I tell 'em quick they need to quit and stop with all that nonsense
My wife will kill a bitch and I can't have that on my conscience
They like my confidence, these dudes are scared and won't approach her
That's why these hoes have turned to eating on each others chochas
I rose up in the west but I've settled on the east
Now coast to coast they've diagnosed that Mike's a fucking beast
I do this shit with ease and I'm met with zero resistance
You call it expertise, I call it one with all existence
Some rappers swear they're G's but know they really soft as infants
Soon as they see police they off and offering assistance
Now my name in the streets detectives combing through my barrio
But they don't know what leaked is only dope released on audio

Hey yo what's cracking it's that motherfucker Mister Hawk
Both arrogant and modest test me and them fists will talk
I've traveled cities far and wide, I guess you'd say I drift a lot
I'm from the land of Breaking Bad, that's DUI's and twisted cops
I walk the road less traveled, you won't find me out there with the flocks
They grittier than gravel trust 'em not I make 'em kick the rocks
The fans have been out here waiting patiently for my shit to drop
Point me to the mic and pay me, guaranteed I rip the spot

I look around this town like damn, this place done up and changed
There used to be all different types here now they all the same
They're riddled with anxiety, bite their nails down to cuticles
Belittled by society, they're hooked on pharmaceuticals
The residents that's talking to me see that I'm confused
It sounds like English if your teeth and tongue had been removed
But that's just on the surface cause the part that's really troubling
They talk that way on purpose, they intentionally mumbling
Incoherent babbling and limited vocabulary
Told you dirt they dabbled in but all that shit imaginary
Rappers I'm dismantling they fragile and reactionary
Calculus in Mandarin but these kids find subtraction scary
I'm done with the pandering, I'm handing them their walking papers
I keep company with geniuses like Stephen Hawking's neighbors
I create a product in demand that but a few could touch
Emcee Mykel Hawk is on the beat produced by Superkrush

I don't know about the shit ya'll play but I know for sure that it ain't called Hip Hop
You could say it 'til you're blue in the face, you could run up and yell it from the highest clifftop
Those of us who really fans of the music, recognize it like an old friend as soon as the shit drop
Yeah you're fancy and you're somewhat entertaining
But you really don't belong in the game like a trick shot

Like a trick shot, like a trick shot, don't belong in the game like a trick shot
Like a trick shot, like a trick shot, don't belong in the game like a trick shot