Mic Checka (feat. Spark Houston, Clubber Laing & P Doc)
Whiteboy Scummy
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It's a rocky road to countrysides a rock n' roll To a pot dealer a popper fiend's a pot of gold No cop or constable is stopping the product growth Since they legalized finding better prices like impossible You can't beat em' join em, it sounds like free employment Just like this rap game, they can't flow the stream was poisoned Enough of the weekend warriors on point, seek and destroy em Only double up was reinforcements, rapper's turned police informants Creep up on em least expected, bad meets evil lethal weapon Text your mom's delete the message, Summy since prepubescence Accuracy is needle threaded, came up from the pizza breadsticks Plate's full with the meat and veggies, and I only eat when ready But it's chill right, use the mic like a steel pipe Hit your head with this real life, ask yourself what it feel like Pretty white boy Vanilla Ice stuck in the middle of a pillow fight Started feeling wavey off the Psilocybin she get wet quicker than the Minute Rice, ha Mic checka one two one two Can I do my one two my one two? It's getting live come through, come through Respect the mic checka one two one two I'm beginning to feel a shift The monster is a live, and I am not in fear of this Die upon my feet before I take a break Face to face staring at my destiny and I ain't blink I am something finer like the Bible You will bow before my greatness impatient to my arrival Sinner's get left, my blood is fuckin vital Your penmanship is senseless you better off suicidal Because you as far as I know, nothing, that's a high note You less than nothing cousin you negative as a vinyl I don't rap for titles, I rap to snap the silence Slack jawed on arrival I'm flattening all they vitals, man This easier than it should be I slave away daily when nobody else is looking I ain't a mic checka I'm a fuckin mic wrecka Stationed here with Satan with grace I apply pressure mothafucka Mic checka one two one two Can I do my one two my one two? It's getting live come through, come through Respect the mic checka one two one two Ayo it's Clubber Laing, don't f*ck it up you know the name Only hold the flame, I ain't cutting up with Novacaine Flow insane, stole the game, homie you don't know the pain Came up from the darkness yeah that same shit that molded Bane Like that dude from Notre Dame, labelled me the under dog Know I'm in the main event, started on the under card The golden era came and went now rappers rocking Wonder bras Barely even made a dent and I'm feeling like the Thunder God Wooh! Bout to feel the strike from the hammer The way I got bars it's like I'm doing life in the slammer Like your first grade teacher boy I'm nice with the grammer Me against you in a battle that's like fighting my Grandma You do your thing, you slinging and caught a body? Two days in the bing you'll be singing like Pavarotti Talking bout you pop the shotty, walk around like Gotti Now you in the lobby with some chalk around your body boy it's Clubber Mic checka one two one two Can I do my one two my one two? It's getting live come through, come through Respect the mic checka one two one two If y'all the best then who am I? These rappers isn't fly These rappers is not as business savvy as they seem to naked eyes I must've served like 80 pies, your hay day was my worst in time I always been a hustler, and a pro, and a lady's guy Who's my competition, no opposition You thought being bad was skipping your class to serve detention I knew dope boys at twelve, learning all my lessons OG popping Benzo's fucking your bitch playing Nintendo That's my god damn innuendo, I'm in the back Forty with redneck shooting Prohib weapons with big extendos Crack the Kawi do an endo, the whole year I been on they throat The rain bringer got em bailing out the boat If they stop, then they drown, they can't stay afloat Hooligang I got the dope, like your local dealer at the corner store I got the poison and the antidote, P Doc Mic checka one two one two Can I do my one two my one two? It's getting live come through, come through Respect the mic checka one two one two
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Written by: Jeremy Laing, Michael Boland, Michael Wilson, Patrick Docherty
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