Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golden Mic, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Golden Mic |
Yeeees, man |
But I’m not a yes-man |
Who am I? |
I’m that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Now it don’t really matter |
Who’s the first or the second batter |
What you got mixed in your batter |
I’m finna drop that fatter data |
Look, I ain’t really ever told y’all this |
But I got a hit with the ultimate twist |
Looka here, listen up clear |
Niggas been bitin my shit for years |
Mousekateer turned muskateer wanna bust in here |
I don’t think so, the golden mic belongs to me |
The flow sounds dope but the song is free |
Damn, these fools sound wrong to me |
What’s the definition of a strong MC? |
Let’s take MC such-and-such |
Wanna freestyle but he doin too much |
Here’s another blunt, take another puff |
Keep on smokin till you high enough |
Maybe y’all can fall in y’all zone |
If all y’all got a little more stoned |
Ring-ding-ding — what’s callin? |
The phone |
Hello, who this? |
(It's Aceyalone) |
«Aceyalone? |
What to do? |
Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool» |
Said he wants all the styles you took |
Nigga actin like he wrote the book |
By the tone of his voice he soundin shook |
Then he put the phone back on the hook |
One of these things I’ve grown to learn |
A lotta fools choke when it’s on they turn |
I know that I shouldn’t even be concerned |
But I gotta lotta MC’s to burn |
Could be you or the one you with |
When it comes to this you ain’t runnin shit |
When I come through the sun is lit |
And when I come through I come to spit |
On the golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Now who done put they fingers in my candy jar? |
Now I know I ain’t the man from Mars |
Let’s go upon on em, there they are |
Hey you, yeah you, with the micro |
Where the hell you get that tight flow? |
He said, «Ah, this just hydro |
Still tryina get that nitro» |
Psycho-alpha-disco-beta |
I’m South of Frisco in South Central |
Servin perpetrators |
I guess I’m a fanatic |
You want that shit, I have it |
See, I don’t want no static |
But it’s a-u-t-o-matic |
See, you you wanna play boss hog |
Runnin 'round like a lost dog |
Comin up short like a pollywog |
Go crawl back |
Thinkin it’s all good when it’s all bad |
Projectile blow this |
You see, my style’s the oldest |
I give em what they need, I plant that seed |
And watch it grow like a lotus |
See, it told y’all this in the scripture |
Right after I slipped ya |
Some of this dope, I took your picture |
To remember how I ripped ya |
See, I’m aimin while it’s rainin |
And see, you just complainin |
Sayin when my boat gon' come in? |
Muthafucka, it already came in |
When I get this mic adjusted |
Watch how I bust it |
Get these niggas disgusted |
It’s a reason why I’m trusted |
With the golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Let’s drop it, same topic |
Yo, come on, homie, now stop it |
Why should I put the mic in yo hands if you can’t even rock it? |
You gotta dig in deep, no time to sleep |
When they play the beat, gotta bring in the heat |
Tell em what they know, what they don’t know |
What they wanna hear, what they fear, what they want, need |
You can be down, just don’t deceive |
Got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve |
Might say somethin that you don’t believe |
But the show ain’t over until I leave |
I don’t need no intro, no outro, in essential |
Just my utensils and my instrumental |
Understood, now overstood |
It’s about 50 rappers per hood |
Bring the woodpecker, I bring the wood |
And we can chop it up like you know we should |
Cause in these last days I’mma watch these rappers cascade |
You need first aid when the verse is laid |
All over your mascarade |
So let this be a lesson |
To all you fools that’s flexin |
You want next in |
Better come with perfection |
On the golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Golden mic, I hold it tight |
When it’s open mic it’s like it’s broken mic |
Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight |
Yeah |
Ha-ha |
Now |
We are |
Have always been |
Have always had the champion sound |
The originators |
Of this here |
Now y’all can have it now |
Y’all can go take it and spread it out to the industry |
But this where it started |
Freestyle Fellowship, Project Blowed |
Massmen |
And I am |
Aceyalone |
Ace One! |
And ya don’t stop |
Ha-ha |
A-and you don’t stop |
Fatjack |
Always comes with the fat tracks |
We cater to the deejays |
We cater to the emcees |
We cater positivity |
We cater to the love of hip-hop |
Alright, righteous |
YEEEEES MAN |
But I’m not a yes-man |