Mic Check Lyrics

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