- Votes:
- Composers:
- Henry Bush
- Dave Clark
- Gary Rinaldo
- James Boxley Iii
- Carlton Ridenhour
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- old school rap
- radiohead office chart
- rap
 
- See also:
Public Enemy - Air Hoodlum lyrics
Ridenhour - Gary G-Wiz - Dr. Treble - Mr. Bass
 Risen up in the 'velt
 Strong Island New York
 The 'hood in case
 You did not know my base
 There was a ballplayer
 Who has all the skillz
 Wit' the pill
 To pay the piper
 Plus all the bills
 Mack the awesome game
 Practiced in the heat
 In the rain or in pain
 Mick so quick 6 foot 6
 Down to be picked
 By anyone but the Celtics
 Oh what a handle
 Could score from the floor
 Wit' people hangin' on 'em
 PR even hangin' on 'em
 But what he did best above all the rest was...
 Grades 9 & 10
 Mickey Mack was all dat
 But in class his ass
 Sat way in the back
 How I know 'cause I know
 I used to flow wit' the bro
 He didn't mind I used
 To read him his own headlines
 'Cause he could not read 'em
 His school wouldn't need 'em
 If the lines wouldn't've went like dis
 Mickey Mack
 Jumped over the candle stick
 And stacked
 Was his stats
 But his D was still wack
 Grades 11 & 12
 He found the wrong clientele
 And all
 During class he would dribble
 In the hall
 But he got in trouble
 In school but the trouble was
 It was cool
 If your brain was just another bubble
 As long as he could
 Score fiddy 2
 Get 33 re-bounds
 Fuckin' around
 Teams lost to 'em
 He went right thru 'em
 Division, county, state
 That's 3 count 'emPublic Enemy - Air Hoodlum - http://motolyrics.com/public-enemy/air-hoodlum-lyrics.html
 Championships
 For a small town bro
 That's bound to go pro
 S.A.T.'s didn't matter
 'Cause he waz
 All dat
 You know the pat on the back
 He was always in da news
 You gotta know what it means
 It means revenue
 And I'm tellin' you
 I saw cars and geez
 Some to our school please approach
 Hell wit' the principal
 Where is da coach
 Went to college four years
 Wit' a scholarship
 And came back wit' a championship
 But when it came to his life
 He didn't care
 'Cause he took it to the air
 The fall begun
 When Mickey Mack fell
 Hell ripped his knee
 Drafted last by personnel
 Oh how, he loved the game
 It was fantastic
 Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick
 Times got tighter & tighter
 He had an attitude
 Was rude so he turned
 Into a fighter
 School wouldn't give
 Him a job that he needed
 Assistant to the assistant coach
 They didn't need it
 The he resorted to a
 Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt
 But this game he wasn't good at
 And the drugs on the side
 Police ambushed his ride
 Bang it was
 Another homicide
 He was ghost you know
 Hometown hero
 But now he's zero
 To those hypocrites
 Who ripped him blind
 For his skills
 Without the will to develop his mind
 Forever in the news
 The community views
 Him only as air hoodlum
















