"Millions" is the first single off of Blue-Shakespeare's Poetic Justice Album scheduled to be released 2014. The official video is set to premier Halloween Oct31st. This song depicts of having a million haters and overcoming them to reach your goals.

Blue-Shakespeare "Millions"


Hook:
I gotta million million ^!$$%s wanna get me,

Million million ^!$$%s wanna stick me,
But after im gone, ima haunt these million ^!$$%s til they with me,
Haunt these million ^!$$%s til they with me,

Cuz blue fears no one,
Million million ^!$$%s wanna buck me,
Cuz they're million million (*##$es, million (*##$es wanna $#&@ me,

Million million ^!$$%s wanna get me,
Cuz im worth million millions, millions, million million millions,


Verse1:
I gotta million million ^!$$%s wanna get me,
Million shotties, for these million million ^!$$%s $#&@ing bodies,

Million ways to do it, don't speak,
Cuz a bullet hole would deceased, a million pope and a million priests,
Put the heat to his cheeks, don't speak and show a mother $#&@er how I preach,

Hoods full of killers and thieves, and im far from good teach,
Hungry, so im scavenging for some good feast,
Raised hell since the moment of birth,

And ate satan appetizer with Jehovah desert,
Than I managed to get the planet up out of her skirt,
Stuck my dick in the dirt and impregnated mother earth,

Brother, I am too raw to use rubber,
Lifes a (*##$ that I done made out and ate out with all the side dish,
Cuz life is a full course meal and I don't plan to die yet/diet,


Hook:


Verse2:
For every million babes being born,
Theres a million daddies being shot up, drugged up and torn,

$#&@ed up their sworn promise to their baby mommas to stay honest,
Million ^!$$%s dying under honor,
Million ^!$$%s dying foolish, cuz their enemies smartened up and grabbed on an amor,

Blue got the mind of a million Buddha's,
There could never be another Jesus, but I bet theres a million Judas,
And I been holding this juice since tupac fell off the roof,

And bishop got shot in that U-U,
Heard that? %#@! was a hot line,
Rehearse that, line single handedly gave rap its birth back,

Sick of whack ^!$$%s that lack lyrical word craft,
Isn't it sad that, with no flow they will blow,
Scribbling trash up on their note pads,

With these flat lines I'll flat line hip-hop, reverse that,

Hook:


Verse3:


Awake, from these pearly white gates,
As fate should have it, that I'll brake you out this casket,
A mistake, your hibernation, got ^!$$%s impatiently waiting on me,

To bring these million coward MC's down to their knees,
They plead, for their right to breath, while begging me to keep the Pea, C to the E,
So I flashed with a thousand words, here's the photograph,

Hip-hop dizzied and dropped when Notorious and Pac got shot,
Than It got not so glorious and started to rot,
Nas and Jay-z, Slim Shady gave it a lot of blood but the love could not un knot the blood clots,

Hip-hop's just not hot no more its, all about money and this robot chorus %#@!,
Put up your lighters, I pledge to bring the pain to your bone and veins,
For all my art writers