Gimme the Mic

Lyrics

[Verse 1: JSD] I'm a mentalist the instrumental is my blank canvas Blood sport I'm a champion like Van-Damme was And it's a damn stand off I write lyrics so sick that other rappers wanna try and cut my damn hand off Too many people wanna rip another man's slang off Claim to be sick but still ain't got the damn hang of The science and art, really you should try and be smart My bars could rip a grown lion apart This is my rap manual And when it comes to facts yo I extract each every last granule Some say the King is back and that's tangible I've covered every exact angle, I'm that animal Don't play me in your flat, I'm that flammable Don't stab me in the back, the cat's Hannibal And more panic'll set, you amateurs get Served like a vinegaret, I'm in at your neck Sooo gimme a sec and let me get on a vibe I stab myself in the neck just to check I'm alive Then pour coke down my throat, I'm a heck of a guy Then inject a shit load of ket on the sly I'm like an overdose My flows arose and now you're comatosed The holly ghost I'm appearing in your rolly smoke The rap genie in a black beenie They told me to spit so I did a fat Greeny [Chorus] (Gimme the mic!) Fuck the system yeah we pay with our life We're getting straight in the fight They'll never take me alive (Gimme the mic!) Flows sharper than the blade of a knife And graze the face of ya wife And make away from the heist (Gimme the mic!) We're getting stoned like Arabian nights It's true we say what we like Under these stadium lights (Gimme the mic!) (Ha ha ha ha ha ha) [Verse 2: Nika D] See I'm disturbing the peace With dirty words and a piece Going berserk wearing a burqa tryna murder a priest Up in Ferguson lurking ready to serve the police Put the nuns from the clergy back to work on the streets I'm the heat to the clip Deezal's key to the brick I'm the beast that leaves ya people queezy needing a shit So I drop couple freebies so they fiend for a fix I know it's evil but I'm greedy, it's the reason I'm rich The beat burgaler, pissed off the burbon Dropping more bombs than Serbia Gun but the burner to your gut and corse a hernia To corrupt to war with all you battle rappers swerving us 'Cos we just shackle man up in a flat and fucking murder yas Maniac madder than Maz Manson Trick him into planning the murder of Chad Branson We don't want him dead, we wanna hold him for ransom Gag and strap him to a bed in a flat on the Anson A cloak and a dagger Spin ya throat with a spanner Sniffing coke with ya nanna Down at the copa cubanna Tryna poke a poo nanna A glamour hoe in Havana And get a blow off savannah Just while a smoke a cubanna I'm bad karma I bring arguments and drama Start up a palarvour then we arson your apartment I'ma pay a snitch to incarcerate your father So he's serving 26 as the livin' prison barber (Get me out!) [Chorus] (Gimme the mic!) Fuck the system yeah we pay with our life We're getting straight in the fight They'll never take me alive (Gimme the mic!) Flows sharper than the blade of a knife And graze the face of ya wife And make away from the heist (Gimme the mic!) We're getting stoned like Arabian nights It's true we say what we like Under these stadium lights (Gimme the mic!) (Ha ha ha ha ha ha) Fuck you just gimme the mic! [Chorus] (Gimme the mic!) Fuck the system yeah we pay with our life We're getting straight in the fight They'll never take me alive (Gimme the mic!) Flows sharper than the blade of a knife And graze the face of ya wife And make away from the heist (Gimme the mic!) We're getting stoned like Arabian nights It's true we say what we like Under these stadium lights (Gimme the mic!) (Gimme the mic) (Gimme the mic) (Gimme the mic) (Gimme the mic)