The Mic Is Mine

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

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

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 kill 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