Lyrics Gimme Tha Mic - Muph & Plutonic

Hey yo, mate, ya better tell ya baby cakes
That we all make mistakes or she's gonna hate you
All these promises and not a lotta breakthroughs
I can tell you now that I've paid dues

And played moves that caved through
Left shattered when I came to
I never hung out with a fake crew
Give me a stage to fall off, while tryin' to call shots
Give me a stomach full of some small knots

Early morning door knocks, now I'm pissed off
Not really, who here can hear me clearly?
I'm gonna need a show of hands, I've got that toe jam funk
You punks don't wanna smell my popper stopper

It represents the takes it takes to make it proper
Give me ya knockers in exchange for my boxers
Not the best of trades but I'll infect ya brain
Give me a train from Eltham to inner city Melbourne

Give me some urban decay
Can't escape the escapade of get some change
At least there's effort displayed, forget the sway
I'm yet to say something other than piss dribble

Girl, I'll make ya lips tickle
Give me a mic and I might make ya hips wriggle
Tingle down the spine, I'm playing with a racing mind
Give me some paper and a pen and let them bind
Na fuck it, just give me a mic

'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit
Ain't a fuckin' thing I can do to change this
It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine
We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by

'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit
Ain't a fuckin' thing I can do to change this
It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine
We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by

Give me some duct tape, so I can stick it to your fuck face
The names Muphin not cupcake
Give me a lunch-break, with a love hate combo
Give me a mundane Monday and a better tomorrow

Give me some sun rays and a ticket to the lotto
I'm not tough mate but I don't sun-bake or sip strong bows
I can tell you right now this is how the song goes
Give me a reason I need to justify
Why I choose to butterfly through these rough tides
And sometimes I get real amped

Yeah, my girl wears the pants but you can borrow my shoes
Give me a second chance to let 'em dance the feud
I'm a spill the can and let I flow loose
So you can see the whole landscape I navigate through hidden caves

Give it a break, once in a while sundial keeps movin'
And I'll keep pursuin' what in turn I could be losin'
I'm a half deaf mutant, shootin' out these sound waves
Downplayed from West-field to Fountain Gate

Give me that last drop
This week it's my turn to finish the cask off
Give me the start stop blast off, nah, gimme that mic
I said gimme that mic, you better gimme that fuckin' mic

'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit
Ain't a fuckin thing I can do to change this
It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine
We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by

'Cause a lot of these rappers keep sayin' the same shit
Ain't a fuckin thing I can do to change this
It's all good 'cause I know I'm gonna get mine
We'll work the struggle and hustle to get by