Mic Check - Pak-Man & Shaker The Baker: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Pak-Man & Shaker The Baker

Mic Check

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Mic Check was released on August 14, 2020 by Pak-Man & Shaker The Baker as a part of the album Coalition

Song Details

Release DateAugust 14, 2020

LabelPak-Man & Shaker The Baker

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pak-Man

Performer

Shaker The Baker

Shaker The Baker

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Pak-Man

Composer, Lyrics

Shaker The Baker

Shaker The Baker

Lyrics, Composer

Slay

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Slay

Producer

Lyrics

We're the realest Asians rapping in London and that's facts

I'm just tryna double my money and stack racks

Life that I'm living expensive like black cabs

From a place full of shottas and nutters like Mad Max

They feel us in London, Nottingham and Bolton

Rolling through Luton, cannabis smoking

Man have been frozen, extravagant clothing

I ain't even boasting, my pockets been bulging

These two rings on my fingers, I could buy a Golf

I might fly out, chill on the Hawaiian coast

We got our people behind us, it's time we blow

Up and down the UK headlining shows

Running through the city like a marathon

Hermes belt and my Stone Island jacket on

Or it might be Cavalli or Moncler

Ain't another duo that can compare

I remember when I fell flat

Had to grind my arse off just to bring myself back

I was eating lobster then just burgers from L hack

Waiting on my sales act

Plus I'm coming from a place where these youts don't want jobs

They wanna buy guns and sell crack

I could put my life in a film

I ain't tryna spend my life in a field

I'm tryna see all my bruddas get right from the hill

I couldn't hate on a man over a nice set of wheels

Man are moving like bitches, I left grands around bitches

And they never touched a pound, hold me down so I dig 'em

I beat mad women, keep racks spinning

I'm about to go and can't relax, listen

Back of the Italian, sea bass fillet

But my swagger all from Paris, watch these lads kill it

I grew round the realest, I grew round some killers

I've been around the world, I flew out to villas

I remember nights when I was down in the mud

Then I sat down with the plug

Look, Gelato 41 got me higher than the clouds above

Walking round, you can smell the loud on us

Strolling through any city I want

Team Shaker and Team Patman, I'm on

Paigons try put an end to my life

But I'm still here cause I got the strength to survive

Every city on the map, they're listening to man

And I'm only spitting facts, my name ringing like a Mac

Vision in my brain, mic up in my hand

Can't spend a million with the gang, need ten million in the bank

Till it's getting out of hand

Back to reality, I'm sticking to the plan

Let me flip another grand

I make it look easy like 1, 2, 3

Bricks like the wise men, they're coming in threes

Going blind like the free mice running through cheese

All I'm seeing is the blue like I'm running from the D's

Bubbles in my Air Max, cannabis green

24 A gram but my cannabis clean

Got me taking weed naps, having tangerine dreams

Sitting in the trap, just me and no queen

Open up packs like Ultimate Team

Blowing loud sacks and we're blowing some steam

Straight out the bank, got the crispiest cream

They be like Shak, my brother, how you been?

I'm like fall back motherfucker, where you been?

Bernard's face flat in the gutter with my team

I just had a toast with the butter and the beans

I can never really trust anyone, that's the thing

They're showing fake love, they don't want you to win

When they see you fly, try puncture your wings

They don't wanna see you go from a bum to a king

They don't wanna see you grind from the morn' to the night

They wanna see you shine but your jewellery bright

Keep shitting on 'em

My brother, keep shitting on 'em

Dream chaser, hashtag Team Shaker

I'm tryna go further than a green laser

Get busy up, Nivea, cream maker

They don't like me, bun them, cremator

All this powder on my hands like a weightlifter

Then I mix it in a bowl like a cake mixture

In the 4, I got the raw like the beige Rizla

Snap, snap, take a picture

I ain't got no chill

Had enough of running from Old Bill

Looking for a runner like Ozil

Big Shak, I need my money longer than O'Neil

Talking 'bout this bread brother, I need a whole meal

Heading to the money, I'mma run these reds

Middle finger in the air screaming fuck these feds

'012 I was struggling to done three Zs

Now the food move faster than Chun Li's legs

And it's constant counting

It's cold at the top like mountains

My socks and my boxers Calvin

Chinaman monk, no Shaolin

Flowering, firearms long like Dhalsim

Powering, we stand tall like towers

Towering, meanwhile all of these cowards

Cowering, feel like none of these powers won't allow us in

They panned us like bouncers but now we're in

Written by: Pak-Man, Shaker The Baker, Slay

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