Mic Check 1-2

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I couldn't give a fuck about your reputation I'm the star on the top like Christmas decorations And me merking you right now that's my estimation Dedication plus patience equals elevation Get your voice on any station Why you waiting? Why waste time debating, fucking around and raving? Late nights I'm in the studio slaving Eight nights a week, too many days in That's when you see me with a beard, fuck shaving I'm tired of rhyming but I am a Pain in the backside, your plan backfired You can look up anyone that's tried They can't merk me, never that, that's right It's not that season nor that time I ain't boasting but I am that tight So shut your noise and gimme that mic Heard the beat, I was like, "Gimme that, Mike" And I wrote some fucked lyrics that night I'm on point, no falling behind It's all in the music, it's all in the mind What you call it, garage? What you call it, grime? Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine But rhyme-wise I got a short order of mine Doogz, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto These have got new flows all of the time [Chorus] Testing Mic check, one, two So-and-so called your name So? What's new? Fuck him Fuck them, fuck you If they want to clash me I would love to [Post-Chorus] Hello, who is this? Who are you? There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof Shut up! What, now? What crew? What, Nasty? Nah Fuck you! [Verse 2] My flow's big, big, big, I spit hits, kid Big tings, rude-boi I'm done with this shit Quick, quick, quick - the shit click click And I'll be like, "Smith, put the stick to his ribs" He's rich, rich, rich - take that shit You win some, you lose some, son The life is a bitch bitch bitch - ain't that a bitch? Oh well, bad luck - piss, piss, piss I was born to be rich Santa knows I had money on my Christmas list And when you get some comes chicks Then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss "Hi - hug kiss, kiss" that's how they greet me All because I flow ill like a sickness I'm a sick kid, but when I spit hot shit I'm on fire, but I'm a big blitz [Chorus] Testing Mic check, one, two So-and-so called your name So? What's new? Fuck him Fuck them, fuck you If they want to clash me I would love to [Post-Chorus] Hello, who is this? Who are you? There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof Shut up! What, now? What crew? What, Nasty? Nah Fuck you! [Instrumental Outro]