Discover the poetic beauty in ‘NMIM’ by Acab. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Acab or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
When I migrate
When I get on stage and I gyrate
Mind state vibrate
Spine shake violate
Any motherfucker make a wild face
Mic makes
Marks in my head yeah that I take
To my face
Amen god send
Motherfucker on ten
Opposite of balding
Hair growing
No Air Jordan’s
It’s the opposite of balling
Back home no phone trying’ call him
Withdraw been too hard some I’m all in
Y’all been too hard on em gotta calm him
City is scalding mixed in the stew in a cauldron
He grew in the city that taught him
Don’t put pity up on him
Man it’s just Wiki’s problem
Still the City gonna solve him
Young Don Luis
On duty
I’m wrong? sue me
She on to me
Get the groupie out I’m all loopy
Why you all moody?
Why involve Rudy Giuliani?
World turning all loony
Back to my home where it’s you, me
Moms, pops, my chick and her bomb booty
How you gonna say ain’t no mountains in Manhattan?
When I been right on top of one macking
For the past 20 years past 23 years
Took a couple years just to get passed the piers
Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer
Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year
“what he gonna do man?”
Stuck up in the stew
Truth kills
Always be wondering who’s real
Loose feel
When I be holding on blue steel
Who kills?
Not you nigga stop fronting
Seen you pussy out the scrap
With all of your teeth punched in
When it’s winter time in the City
Nigga we go hunting
“or sit inside in the crib comfy and get blunted”
Eyes low bloody knuckles dwelling looking manic
Dealing with the shade and expectations hard to manage
When you coming from the lower with the demons and the xanax
Niggas trying shoot you on the cannon
Swear to God ain’t no love in the streets
I’ll take your girl make love in the sheets
How you gonna say ain’t no mountains in Manhattan?
When I been right on top of one macking
For the past 20 years past 23 years
Took a couple years just to get passed the piers
Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer
Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year
“what he gonna do man?”
Stuck up in the stew
Nowadays I feel numb not feeling a thing
A tense up pain struck like emotions within
I’m overwhelmed freaking out all alone in the crib
So why talk no one listens it’s a waste of my time
I’d rather smoke and get lost while enjoying my high
I be running from my problems finding somewhere to hide
In the City of 9 milli it’s just you and I
Me and New York it’s a bitch to get by
I can’t front I gotta hustle just to make it alive
Nothing’s free my girl’s yelling and she’s coming at me
Throwing a fit
How I’m broke and I ain’t worth shit
This is it
Stupid chick told me stop be slick
But I can’t
It’s true
Stuck up in the stew
The motherfucking cauldron
The mixing pot
How you gonna say ain’t no mountains in Manhattan?
When I been right on top of one macking
For the past 20 years past 23 years
Took a couple years just to get passed the piers
Wik’s off the liqs pass the beer
Yo A damn Slick been off the shits the past year
“what he gonna do man?”
Stuck up in the stew
Stuck up in the stew man
What he gonna do damn