Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mic Control, artist - Soul Position. Album song Unlimited EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Mic Control |
Walking through this world alone |
Walking through this world alone |
(Soul Position) |
Walking through this world alone |
(Blueprint, RJD2) |
Mic Control starts today |
Unless you wanna learn the hard way the «get scared» way |
This is not a game |
We are not players — we do not play |
Mic Control! |
Mic Control! |
Mic Control! |
Yo… homeboy you got a wack hustle |
I heard your raps they lack muscle |
I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle |
So them boys in blue and black can bust you |
Lock you away so them gay cats can touch you |
You call my name you ask for trouble |
Might get scooped slammed, might get your ass muffled |
Get who you gotta get, get your fam |
Ladies if you’re beffin', get your man! |
Beef turn print to a different man |
So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan |
I have you making co-payments on some eyewear |
You got me wrong I only act like I care! |
I used to be a substitute teacher’s worst nightmare |
A booksmart smartass with too much time to spare |
Skipping study hall so I can play ball |
Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm |
Ain’t nothing changed, it’s still on |
Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song |
It’s only right |
I don’t play with life — so I don’t play with mics! |
Mic Control starts today |
Unless you wanna learn the hard way the «get scared» way |
This is not a game |
We are not players — we do not play |
Alone… walking through this world alone |
Walking through this world alone (ha-ha) |
Walking through this world alone (one more time) |
Yo, rap is not real |
I don’t care what they told you |
Fake people say fake things in their vocalbooth |
I’m a grown man I’m not here to joke with you |
I came to win it all and take back what’s overdue |
It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops |
It might mean I gotta broke it in two! |
With a broken tooth runnin' back home |
Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you |
I’m old school, I know life ain’t fair |
In most days I feel like it’s too much trouble to care |
I used to walk to the corner store with nappy hair |
Pockets full of food stamps and didn’t care who stared |
To understand me you had to be there |
To understand pain you had to see welfare |
A living in inner city in hell and still there |
Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair |
I know you feel me if you do say: «hell yeah!» |
And throw your hands in the air! |
I know you feel me if you DO say: «hell yeah!» |
And throw your hands in the air! |
Mic Control starts today |
Unless you wanna learn the hard way the «get scared» way |
This is not a game |
We are not players — we do not play |
Walking through this world alone |
Ain’t looking for a lover |
Walking through this world alone |
Just looking for home |