Verse One
I got committed to the pen now my sh**
MCs think I
Debris the mastermind, Suffa
I be the microphone felon, tell them your master design,
It all started when I was young fiending for mics,
Dreaming of heights that I would be reaching despite,
No one would put me on, or even play me at that,
So earned my dues ganking mics labelled radio shack,
At open mic one night far from sober or with it,
This guy pulls me off and says
And heading that way you won
You need to be down for the long haul kid we call em lifers,
Beside you need to stick with me cos rhyme pays,
And I know this heist where we can jack some sine waves,
They
Street urchins and beat merchants, none of them real rhymers,
They
These fools need to be arrested for sleeping in public
I dug it, got serious and mastered my rhyme,
The rocked to the spot with my new partner in crime,
Trespa**ed on stage, stole the mic to further insult,
Committed arsony, defamation and verbal a**ault,
They tried to blame the engineer oblivious to our ploy,
So we crept backstage as they buried the sound boy,
I stole the DJs crates and his diamond needles,
Now they got me on the run so it
We tried to cross the border, got cause as a noun carrier,
Pulled over and evicted for breaking the sound barrier,
This cop threw me to the ground, cos hip hop is violent,
Said
Then he checked in the trunk and he found the hot sound,
I got committed to the pen now my sh**
Chorus
I
People can
I left my dwelling now I
Microphone felony number one,
I
People can
I left my dwelling now I
Microphone felony number one,
I
People can
I left my dwelling now I
Microphone felony number one.