The Mic Is Mine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Break out the champagne 'cause I'm a champion Give a toast, I pulls a canción The way I pull a crowd like a tornado Roll 'em up and press 'em down and shape 'em lie Play-Doh Rap to me is easy, like saying WXYZ Come in the party displaying the stuff, you next I see A crowd gathered, you tip and I suppose So I feel it's my duty, show you how this rhyme goes Boom like a time bomb, my beats are mega-blast The smoke clears, I feel your angle as You move a crowd, brother, I move an audience Those that choose to listen to me, not on the forces It's as this E-F-F-E-C-T Which means we that def, see me free- Style, meanwhile, back at the Ponderosa I want a close-up on how I'm supposed to School this crowd, let 'em see for themselves 'Cause I could rule this crowd—but let me guess What else do I have to do to the kids that try to put harm on me? I'd like to teach 'em all to sing in perfect harmony And as I leggo my Eggo and I'll then come with a rhyme I'll say "Brothers, it's Miller Time" The mic is mine [Verse 2] Orally, I give a picture to paint And my mic's like a brush, in a hush, know they Qualify to stand by stage, grab the mic and a hold pose I'm knockin' out sucker kids by the rows I take so many foes into so many fits I turn the hardest MC into hominy grits I'm like tic-tac-toe, I flow to and fro I could float on a note like a UFO I prophesize and I'm wise to the deaf, blind and dumb You was a tough cookie, to me, you a crumb It's Kwamé in effect, boy, you get in order I turn any penny into a Latin Quarter Let me on the mic and make the party dance I take no shorts because I'm a smarty-pants And, I gave a chance to advance You wanted a look but all I gave is a glance The mic is mine [Verse 3] Smooth as a phantom on a gigolo note Inconspicuously seen with my dope trench coat I move my eyes like a snake as I plan the attack I just play the wall, examine the fact that Their tapes were showy, but to me, they're just a stick-up So I oppose to bet, I pray to God I keep my lip up Keep orally as I imagine and stare Before my circle, though, I think that I'm in Madison Square Going straight to the pimp, don't you even attempt To present an argument, you get a permanent lift Brother, don't grilled, I'm here to kill and fill Break up, kidnap, beat down the crews and syllables Come on, boy, don't you fess on the best I rap so strong, I got a 'S' on my chest Take away the mic stand, and, give me the podium Like Farrakhan, I carry on a message, show some Interest, don't you stand there like a moron My beat's an appetizer, my rhyme they use to pour on Extra spicy, people'll dip for once Now if you wants to take a chance, get up and dance The mic is mine