Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mic Check 1-2, artist - Kano. Album song Home Sweet Home, in the genre Date of issue: 16.06.2005
Record label: 679
Song language: English
Mic Check 1-2 |
| I couldn’t give a fuck about your reputation |
| I’m the star from the top like Christmas decorations |
| And me merking you right now that’s my estimation |
| Dedication plus patience equals elevation |
| Get your voice on any station |
| Why you waiting? |
| Why waste time debating fucking around and raving |
| Late night time I’m in the studio slaving |
| 8 nights a week too many days in |
| That’s when you see me with a beard fuck shaving |
| I’m tired of rhyming but I am a |
| Pain in the backside, your plan backfired |
| You can look up anyone that’s tried |
| They can’t merk me never that, that’s right |
| It’s not that season nor that time |
| I ain’t boasting but I am that type |
| So shut your noise and gimme that mic |
| Heard the beat and I was like gimme that mic |
| And I wrote some fucked lyrics that night |
| I’m on point no falling behind |
| It’s all in the music its all in the mind |
| What you call it, garage? |
| What you call it, grime? |
| Call it what you wanna call it, I’m fine |
| But rhyme-wise I got a short order of mine |
| Doogz, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto, these have got new flows all the time |
| Testing mic check 1 2 |
| So-and-so called your name |
| So what’s new — fuck him |
| Fuck them, fuck you |
| If they want to clash me I would love to |
| Hello who is this? |
| Who are you? |
| There’s beef on Deja, it’s going off on the roof |
| Shut up, what now? |
| What crew? |
| What, Nasty? |
| Nah |
| Fuck you! |
| My flows big, big, big I spit hits kid |
| Big tings rude-boi I’m done with this shit |
| Quick, quick, quick — the shit click |
| Click and i’ll be like swift put the stick to his ribs |
| He’s rich, rich, rich — take that shit |
| You win some you lose some son — life is a bitch bitch bitch |
| Ain’t that a bitch? |
| Oh well, bad luck — piss, piss, piss |
| I was born to be rich |
| Santa knows I had money on my Christmas list |
| And when you get some comes chicks |
| Then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss |
| Hi — hug kiss, kiss that how they greet me |
| All because I flow ill like a sickness, I’m a sick kid |
| But when I spit hot shit im on fire, but I’m a big blitz |