Mic Check 1-2

I couldn't give a fuck about your reputation I'm the star from the top like Christmas decorations And me merking you right now that's my estimation Dedication plus patience equals elevation Get your voice on any station Why you waiting? Why waste time debating fucking around not raving Late night time I'm in the studio slaving 8 nights a week too many days in That's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving. I'm tired of rhyming but I am a Pain in the backside, your plan backfired You can look up anyone that's tried They can't merk me never that, that's right It's not that season nor that time I ain't boasting but I am that type So shut your noise and gimme that mic Heard the beat and I was like gimme that mic And I wrote some fucked lyrics that night I'm on point no falling behind It's all in the music its all in the mind What you call it, garage? What you call it, grime? Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine But rhyme-wise I got a short order of mine Dukes, Dee, Whiley, Ghetto, these have got new flows all the time Testing mic check 1 2 So-and-so called your name So what's new - fuck him Fuck them, fuck you. If they want to clash me I would love to Hello who is this? Who are you? There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof, Shut up, what now? What crew? What, Nasty? Nah Fuck you! My flows big, big, big I spit hits kid Big tings rude-boi I'm done with this shit Quick, quick, quick - the shit click Click and i'll be like swift put the stick to his ribs He's rich, rich, rich - take that shit You win some you lose some son - life is a bitch bitch bitch Ain't that a bitch? Oh well, bad luck - piss, piss, piss I was born to be rich Santa knows I had money on my Christmas list And when you get some comes chicks Then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss Hi - hug kiss, kiss that how they greet me, All because I flow ill like a sickness, I'm a sick kid But when I spit hot shit im on fire, but I'm a big blitz