MR MIC
so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,
oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,
hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in
long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,
but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing
I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,
But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya
Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly stalk of talent ?
a crowd reacher tramplifier mass provider for improvisers,
a twerp down to reblurt whoever gives a chirp
No matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse -
you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or church
You make cheap talk shocking when your power loudens 'em up,
You invade n cross fade huffs and puffs and i've had enough
you're just metal nuts and bolts staken claims out your dome maign
oh mr microphone you just like a little ho
you be getting off like any type a dude who grab ahold of ya,
Wanna flow in ya, yea, they wanna get to know ya,
Want a little show they just throw you on the pole,
They be Tappin' on your foam, blowing, Checkin' if ya home
Any hey, wave, or vibe provided you'll amply amplify
You don't deny, you be the life, the ups, the spine,
(Rhymers grasp your wires whining as they cross the line
Your wire grasped wraps around a rhymer's hand
winds ing-round-the chime
The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer)
You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right
No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,
You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,
Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies
You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,
You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,
You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,
You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between
Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's
Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot
You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts
Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths
Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing
Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem
Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass
Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,
The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,
You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,
Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,
You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,
You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming
Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate
Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates
Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools
The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'
So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,
You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,
I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,
Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....
so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,
oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,
hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in
long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,
but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing
I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,
But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya
Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly
instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ?
a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers,
like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirp
No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse
You're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,
You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maign
oh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,
Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,
What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,
Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,
Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya home
Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify
You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime
The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer
You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right
No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,
You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,
Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies
You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,
You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,
You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,
You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between
Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's
Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot
You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts
Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths
Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing
Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem
Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass
Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,
The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,
You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,
Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,
You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,
You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming
Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate
Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates
Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools
The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'
So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,
You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,
I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,
Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....
