Mic Check
Okay
Not okay
Definitely not okay
(M.O.)
Day or night, round the clock I'm feelin' righteous
K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked
I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set
(M.O.) how you feelin'?
That's a Mic Check
Feelin' fine fucker thanks for asking
Stupid rhymes come to mind when the tanks are blastin'
If I show love it's real, don't fake the gassin'
Peons aren't worth my time, I'll be taking the captain's spot
All you subordinate rappers
Go ahead, make a box
Take out your note taking gear
And write down these thoughts
Got some material possessions
But I'll never worship the shits
I've got a winning obsession
Y'all with the forfeiting shit
I'm proud, see
Of my accomplishments
Y'all lousy, haven't accomplished shit
I demolish life, ya just bombing it
This tracks a hot potato and I'm dropping it
So keep eatin' your vegetables
Hoping you'll grow tall
This shit is natural
I don't try to show off
Every molly you're poppin' I'm poppin' a thermo
We both sweat, but I don't trip just
Find me a work flow
Day or night, round the clock I'm feeling righteous
K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked
No lie
Used to be busted
Prolly still am, but now I'm above it
Demons down below, motherfuckers get smothered
Spent some time with 'em, I've been submerged
Spent a lil time clubbin'
Looking for somethin'
Now I got it cookin'
Turn the heat up in the oven
To get what I wanted
(Tell 'em, tell 'em)
I had to trade my comfort
They never saw it comin'
The way that I emerged
If you see ya boy sunburnt
Just know that the pain was deserved
Show myself to the world
That's how I spend every and
Each day on this Earth
Alright
Demons down below, they pop up often
Almost put me in front of my pop pop's coffin
Make a motherfucker feel like he dropped off fallin'
Towards a Bad Place, a Bleak sitch, an obnox caution
God damn, I've almost lost it
Hold on, a sec I'm pausin'
K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked
I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set
I've built a life from the ground around me
A man grown strong from a boy in a cage
Now I spend my time making sounds profoundly
I fill up my plate, I'm enjoyin' the taste
Ov the fruits ov my labor
The juice I produce
You will choose from the flavors
The gruesome, the smooth
We can do now or later
The truth is you'll chew what I feed you
Consume, and if I'm not the dude then
Okay
K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked
I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set
We are what we eat, I feast on the elite
You must have eaten the weak
I eat the knees of bees
You drink the pizza grease
Think about this, please
Are we not responsible for our own individual disease?
Day or night, round the clock I'm feeling righteous
K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked
I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set
[M.O.] how you feelin'?
That's a Mic Check
Feelin' fine, thanks for asking again
In my mind, the tanks are blasting again
I'll Take My Time, wait for rapture to end
I'll pray for light, await the master
Amen
Say your grace, I'll grace you with my presence
I am your Grace, a King you peasant
If you wrote down these words, you might have learned a lesson
If you've absorbed what you've heard
You've received a blessing