Money Mike Sandberg - Mr. Clean Lyrics

Mr. Clean, bars are clean
In other words
I'm rockin' em
Sockin' em
In my genes
Within my DNA
So I'm comin clean
I must admit I make a mean rap
Goin' hard for the, greens!
Stackin' up the chips
Goin' all in
An impression on the rap game
For years to come
Gimme some, I know this
I gotta put you on notice
I must intervene
As Mr. Clean
In the year, twenty nineteen!

Steppin' to the mic
Imma do it right
Forcefeed this beat
Not done
Not definitive, complete
In other words, never
Me and you, together
Become one
Under the sun
Equality reigns forever
Here for a feast
Consumin' tasteful treats
Lyrical candies
Double meanings
Come meet and meet
They ask you what instrument I play
I tell them the rap
They ask you where I do it
And I tell them on this track!
So imma bypass the heart
To get right onto this beat
My flow is glorious
Like my main girl Gloria
Like fine wine
Getting finer with time
Looking for respect
In a world where we neglect lyricism
For a beat, in which we define good music
Imma get to it
Imma numb it down
So you know I
Come around like novocaine
So you don't feel the pain
Simplify it for the listener
Let's just drill and administer!

Mr. Clean, bars are clean
In other words
I'm rockin' em
Sockin' em
In my genes
Within my DNA
So I'm comin clean
I must admit I make a mean rap
Goin' hard for the, greens!
Stackin' up the chips
Goin' all in
An impression on the rap game
For years to come
Gimme some, I know this
I gotta put you on notice
I must intervene
As Mr. Clean
In the year, twenty nineteen!

Got bars from mars
But, don't call me a star
Everlasting in this rap game
Leaving it with scars
Imma colonize
Lookin' in your eyes
Takin' you to places you've never seen
Money Mike will be your demise
Rich in character is why they adore me
I'll leave you in disbelief
So just reassure me
That even if rap isn't your cup of tea
I'll jump on the scene
Makin' your hips hop
To get up in your spleen
Filtered by this rhyme
Genius in my time
You can't spell genius
Without u or i
So you know we're coming through
As you grill me
Got no beef with you
You may spit gold
But Imma go platinum
Every time I spit these bars
You can't fathom
Double meanings that go around
Round by round
They astound, leaving you in shock
Hittin' town
Jaws hit the ground
Listen this sound
From the underground

Mr. Clean, bars are clean
In other words
I'm rockin' em
Sockin' em
In my genes
Within my DNA
So I'm comin clean
I must admit I make a mean rap
Goin' hard for the, greens!
Stackin' up the chips
Goin' all in
An impression on the rap game
For years to come
Gimme some, I know this
I gotta put you on notice
I must intervene
As Mr. Clean
In the year, twenty nineteen!