muph plutonic – gimme tha mic lyrics
hey yo, mate, ya better tell ya baby cakes
that we all make mistakes or she’s gonna hate you
all these promises and not a lotta breakthroughs
i can tell you now that i’ve paid dues
and played moves that caved through
left shattered when i came to
i never hung out with a fake crew
give me a stage to fall off, while tryin’ to call shots
give me a stomach full of some small knots
early morning door knocks, now i’m p-ssed off
not really, who here can hear me clearly?
i’m gonna need a show of hands, i’ve got that toe jam funk
you punks don’t wanna smell my popper stopper
it represents the takes it takes to make it proper
give me ya knockers in exchange for my boxers
not the best of trades but i’ll infect ya brain
give me a train from eltham to inner city melbourne
give me some urban decay
can’t escape the escapade of get some change
at least there’s effort displayed, forget the sway
i’m yet to say something other than p-ss dribble
girl, i’ll make ya lips tickle
give me a mic and i might make ya hips wriggle
tingle down the spine, i’m playing with a racing mind
give me some paper and a pen and let them bind
na f-ck it, just give me a mic
’cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin’ the same sh-t
ain’t a f-ckin’ thing i can do to change this
it’s all good ’cause i know i’m gonna get mine
we’ll work the struggle and hustle to get by
’cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin’ the same sh-t
ain’t a f-ckin’ thing i can do to change this
it’s all good ’cause i know i’m gonna get mine
we’ll work the struggle and hustle to get by
give me some duct tape, so i can stick it to your f-ck face
the names muphin not cupcake
give me a lunch-break, with a love hate combo
give me a mundane monday and a better tomorrow
give me some sun rays and a ticket to the lotto
i’m not tough mate but i don’t sun-bake or sip strong bows
i can tell you right now this is how the song goes
give me a reason i need to justify
why i choose to b-tterfly through these rough tides
and sometimes i get real amped
yeah, my girl wears the pants but you can borrow my shoes
give me a second chance to let ’em dance the feud
i’m a spill the can and let i flow loose
so you can see the whole landscape i navigate through hidden caves
give it a break, once in a while sundial keeps movin’
and i’ll keep pursuin’ what in turn i could be losin’
i’m a half deaf mutant, shootin’ out these sound waves
downplayed from west-field to fountain gate
give me that last drop
this week it’s my turn to finish the cask off
give me the start stop blast off, nah, gimme that mic
i said gimme that mic, you better gimme that f-ckin’ mic
’cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin’ the same sh-t
ain’t a f-ckin thing i can do to change this
it’s all good ’cause i know i’m gonna get mine
we’ll work the struggle and hustle to get by
’cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin’ the same sh-t
ain’t a f-ckin thing i can do to change this
it’s all good ’cause i know i’m gonna get mine
we’ll work the struggle and hustle to get by
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