Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Check, artist - Illegal Substance. Album song Illegal Substance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2003
Record label: Moonshine
Song language: English
Microphone Check |
Out the gates with the quickness hit the gas… |
feel my microphone blast |
my microphone wrath |
as I speed around clones I can’t slow down |
throw my body to the ground |
feel the system sound |
I’m in the lead and I never look back |
Jockey for position as I head down the track |
If ya coming close I’ll pull ahead |
I only see green and i never see red |
I rip the race track |
L ike I drop flows on ADATs |
How do you do that I bring that |
intensity |
that make MC’s slip |
cuz I bitch your whole style thenm I just flip |
pedal to the floor as i bust anoather rap |
ill finish the race and take an extra lap |
ill drink champaine from the trophy cup |
i never speed down and i never slow up |
Please slow it on up, I can’t slow down |
Would u slow it on up, I can’t slow down |
Can u speed it on down, I can’t slow down |
P stop fuckin around, I can’t slow down |
Please slow it on up, I can’t slow down |
Would u slow it on up, I can’t slow down |
Just flip the shit now, |
I cant slow down, I cant slow down, I cant slow down |
It’s a new wave … im in a new zone |
hit the next phase and I break into my new mode |
push it to the limit im still in it |
grab my microphone YO P JUST KICK IT |
i’m flippin shit faster they try to master |
my lyrical techniques but they can’t stop like napster |
cause now i’m droppin ill lyrics that make you say damn |
I throw it in your face cause what I am is what I am |
Now I see you coming I should be gunnin |
but i guess it goin down cause your mouth steady runnin |
check your whole style on that bull crap |
then I smoke you on the last lap slice you with my ill rap |
here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear |
your pissin in the wind as I break into high gear |
take it to the next stretch VERB FLEX IT |
The Media punks and fakes check it |
I set it off you know it’s on |
down like who… like my man Vince Vaugn |
cuttin sucka’s off so don’t v come wack |
cuz I race the course like a needle on a track |
now im the mc you love to hate |
i come till and never fluxuate |
it will boggle your mind leave you open for the kill |
i tear shit up and ill do it at will |
here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear |
your pissin in the wind as I break into high gear |
take it to the next stretch VERB FLEX IT |
The Media punks and fakes check it |