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kwame – the mic is mine lyrics

[verse 1]
break out the champagne ‘cause i’m a champion
give a toast, i pulls a canción
the way i pull a crowd like a tornado
roll ‘em up and press ‘em down and shape ‘em lie play-doh
rap to me is easy, like saying wxyz
come in the party displaying the stuff, you next i see
a crowd gathered, you tip and i suppose
so i feel it’s my duty, show you how this rhyme goes
boom like a time bomb, my beats are mega-blast
the smoke clears, i feel your angle as
you move a crowd, brother, i move an audience
those that choose to listen to me, not on the forces
it’s as this e-f-f-e-c-t
which means we that def, see me free-
style, meanwhile, back at the ponderosa
i want a close-up on how i’m supposed to
school this crowd, let ‘em see for themselves
‘cause i could rule this crowd—but let me guess
what else do i have to do to the kids that try to put harm on me?
i’d like to teach ‘em all to sing in perfect harmony
and as i leggo my eggo and i’ll then come with a rhyme
i’ll say “brothers, it’s miller time”
the mic is mine

[verse 2]
orally, i give a picture to paint
and my mic’s like a brush, in a hush, know they
qualify to stand by stage, grab the mic and a hold pose
i’m knockin’ out sucker kids by the rows
i take so many foes into so many fits
i turn the hardest mc into hominy grits
i’m like tic-tac-toe, i flow to and fro
i could float on a note like a ufo
i prophesize and i’m wise to the deaf, blind and dumb
you was a tough cookie, to me, you a crumb
it’s kwamé in effect, boy, you get in order
i turn any penny into a latin quarter
let me on the mic and make the party dance
i take no shorts because i’m a smarty-pants
and, i gave a chance to advance
you wanted a look but all i gave is a glance
the mic is mine

[verse 3]
smooth as a phantom on a gigolo note
inconspicuously seen with my dope trench coat
i move my eyes like a snake as i plan the attack
i just play the wall, examine the fact that
their tapes were showy, but to me, they’re just a stick-up
so i oppose to bet, i pray to god i keep my lip up
keep orally as i imagine and stare
before my circle, though, i think that i’m in madison square
going straight to the pimp, don’t you even attempt
to present an argument, you get a permanent lift
brother, don’t grilled, i’m here to k!ll and fill
break up, kidnap, beat down the crews and syllables
come on, boy, don’t you fess on the best
i rap so strong, i got a ‘s’ on my chest
take away the mic stand, and, give me the podium
like farrakhan, i carry on a message, show some
interest, don’t you stand there like a moron
my beat’s an appetizer, my rhyme they use to pour on
extra spicy, people’ll dip for once
now if you wants to take a chance, get up and dance
the mic is mine

- kwame lyrics

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