Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glowing Mic, artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Song language: English
Glowing Mic |
| Just trade the mic' for my glow |
| You know, you-you know |
| You know it’s backwards to go against God, dawg |
| Just trade the mic' for my glow |
| You-you-you know it’s backwards to go against God, dawg |
| That explains how we rock |
| Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do |
| So true, classic like the fu man chu |
| Now, you cowards see I’m holdin' the title |
| Married to the game, son, you know that I’m vital |
| Your shit’s weak, you ain’t true to this |
| I’m the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this |
| Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom |
| The bomb, these misfits just don’t belong |
| Off-top, I go for the head pop |
| You got your chest protector so you still get dropped |
| Bedrock, just like Bonnie and Fred |
| Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a arm at your heads |
| The charm is now dad, they tired of you |
| Not evn gonna ask what you were tryna do |
| I’m fryin' a few domes, just like I do catfish |
| Got 'em doin' backflips, this ain’t gymnastics |
| This drastic for foes, I got 'em walkin' on tippy toes |
| Ballerina style, you don’t wanna see the Nina’s child |
| Meanwhile, mister Gang Starr relates, not commercial |
| Yet still, I’m one of the greats |
| Controversial like your favorite emcee debates |
| I’m classic like a brick comin' straight out the crate |
| Fresh out the gate again, time to fill my plate again |
| It’s mister Gang to the Starr, I’m the latest trend |
| Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do |
| So true, classic like the fu man chu |
| Now, you cowards see I’m holdin' the title |
| Married to the game, son, you know that I’m vital |
| Your shit’s weak, you ain’t true to this |
| I’m the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this |
| Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom |
| The bomb, these misfits just don’t belong |
| Who’s a legendary character? |
| Harder than the floor |
| Similar to nothin' you ever saw |
| Historically consistent, methodically persistent |
| Categorically gifted for sure |
| Never down for the count, might fool you with the Ruger, though |
| Work by combinations, crackin' shells, splittin' yo |
| Witness my third evolution |
| Close your eyes if you’re afraid to see these herds' execution |
| One of these, I annihilate, obliterate, terminate |
| Treat 'em like that, I watch them short cakes bake |
| Mister Gang Starr, the one and only, only one |
| Niggas are gassed, soon, they’ll be the lonely ones |
| You know me son, I bring the fire like a blowtorch |
| So don’t step too close or you’ll end up gettin' most scorched |
| Just like a charcoal briquet |
| So if it ain’t homage we ain’t even make it hard for you yet |
| Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do |
| So true, classic like the fu man chu |
| Now, you cowards see I’m holdin' the title |
| Married to the game, son, you know that I’m vital |
| Your shit’s weak, you ain’t true to this |
| I’m the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this |
| Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom |
| The bomb, these misfits just don’t belong |
| That-that, that-that |
| That-that-that-that explains how we rock |
| That, that, that-that |
| That-that-that explains how we rock |