When I’m on the mic, I
When I’m on the mic, I Spit so clean. Spit truth, it’s like I'm Being mean. Partyin like Charlie Sheen, got Bars and bikes, I'm Feelin free. When I’m on the mic, my Words are dope, spit Fire, I swear that It’s no joke. Work on the beat, I'll Get you stoked, come Back for more, I got you bro. When I’m on the mic, I dumb it down, no need to flex, Smackin’ lyrics like it’s lunchtime, what’s comin’ next? I serve ‘em hot, plate it up, you know the deal, Instead of eatin’ ‘em, I shove ‘em back, that’s the real meal. Got a hunger for the game, I’m feasting on the beat, Every word is like a snack, can’t resist the heat. I’m spittin’ fire, watch ‘em crumble, can’t take the heat, Put ‘em in the blender, watch 'em whirl, can’t find their feet. I’m the chef in this kitchen, mixin’ rhymes with precision, Dishing out the truth, no room for your revision. You think you’re ready? Step up, but it’s too late, I’m the one serving justice on this lyrical plate. Call me the butcher, cuttin’ deep with the knife, Every verse a slice, yeah, I’m redefining life. So when I’m on the mic, just know it’s no charade, I’m the king of this feast, watch me carve my crusade.
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When I’m on the mic, I Spit so clean. Spit truth, it’s like I'm Being mean. Partyin like Charlie Sheen, got Bars and bikes, I'm Feelin free. When I’m on the mic, my Words are dope, spit Fire, I swear that It’s no joke. Work on the beat, I'll Get you stoked, come Back for more, I got you bro. When I’m on the mic, I dumb it down, no need to flex, Smackin’ lyrics like it’s lunchtime, what’s comin’ next? I serve ‘em hot, plate it up, you know the deal, Instead of eatin’ ‘em, I shove ‘em back, that’s the real meal. Got a hunger for the game, I’m feasting on the beat, Every word is like a snack, can’t resist the heat. I’m spittin’ fire, watch ‘em crumble, can’t take the heat, Put ‘em in the blender, watch 'em whirl, can’t find their feet. I’m the chef in this kitchen, mixin’ rhymes with precision, Dishing out the truth, no room for your revision. You think you’re ready? Step up, but it’s too late, I’m the one serving justice on this lyrical plate. Call me the butcher, cuttin’ deep with the knife, Every verse a slice, yeah, I’m redefining life. So when I’m on the mic, just know it’s no charade, I’m the king of this feast, watch me carve my crusade.
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