paroles de chanson Mic Check Interlude - Lecs

Aye
Yeah
Uh

It's Mr. Check the Mic one-two for me
Been doing this shit ain't nothing new to me
Been getting some cut up like charcuterie
They late to the sound we call that truancy
When it comes to spoken languages I do it fluently
I put it in these tracks so you could see, or you could hear
To all these rappers and they beat selection I'll lend you my ear
'Cause after y'all be dropping it's no wonder that y'all disappear
Inspired by a man who wear a mask just like he Rey Myster- (Doom!)

Oh

And now they curious, on how I rap my shit and be so serious
'Cause when they spit they shit do it vicarious
Like how they keep the heat but they ain't carry shit
I came up in the game so I had to marry it
Shotgun in my back I took the beat and had to bury it

Uh

And I did that shit on my own
Concept with the beat I turned it into song
Freestyle in the whip, save the bars on my phone
No gas in this bitch pray that I make it home
Then get back to the crib, when it comes to the beat I only defeat it
Take samples and freak it, take the sound and tweak it, until that shit peaking
Do this shit till I end, maybe then they could win

Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye
Bitch, uh
Yeah