Clipse - Mic Check lyrics

[Ab-Liva:] Welcome to the Black Card Era, much clearer Obvious like the man in the mirror The bars been raised, the laws are laid, the guns are drawn With ten paces on the pivot, n***a, one shall fall And one shall crawl to the top while screaming like King Kong Among the chosen, the few, the list is not long I sketch my life, my music, my wrist is not far From Rembrandt to Van Gogh to Michelangelo! I came, I saw, I conquered, the bliss is not far; Remove the top is all - follow mist on that car The wingspan is touched down, the doors are ajar The King's Hand is blushed now Scoring from afar Was told "I'd weather the storm", I said, "I'm on" Then re-evaluated, we thought, we merged reborn My swag, my form, my crown hat is worn The black o' dawn, the crack is warm, and the track is formed - it's Liva [Pusha-T:] Pharmaceuticals brought me charm like the j**ellers' j**els Squares of ice shed light like the Rubix cube; I get it mixed up, red with the blues; Now she all mixed up, admiring the hues Four years later, n***as admiring the shoes BAPE, you're late; we call you Tokyo buffoons The stylish admire us, look at how we groove Keep running to SoHo, them exclusives in my room n***as is biters, we let you slide with your writings We knew that c**aine talk was not like you! But who goes as far as trying to dress like him? One sequined glove could never make you Michael! I moonwalk over tracks and make n***as spiteful But never hear a word cuz them n***as know; That my flow so viper and if Pusha go psycho He'll séance that pen and pull your spirit up out ya! [Malice:] I'm so literary wit it, you can tell how I write The boy's such an author, I should smoke a pipe Rockin' the ascot, the coupe with the gla** top 17 inch rims, making the a** drop I was in the spot from the First to the Fifth With a mean come-back like the Return of the Sith! Like riding a bike, never you forget Still I Got It 4 Cheap whether you smoke or you sniff The gift or the curse and vice versa? To remove me off that Horse takes more than a merger During that hiatus, I was with the natives Then back to the States, pa** along the savings Put in the street, ca-te-ring to cravings Like the Second Coming, got the fans awaiting Victory is sweet! even amongst the hating Find me on that beach, island on the Caymans [Sandman:] Dear Lord: Please take the wackness out of rapping Give them something to practice Don't let them see action Amen, say Him, say that n***a is such fire: Firing forward in force, the source is higher God in my mind, got in my mind Invisible pen, distribute the flim, to get it to Zen And: we k**ing com-pe-ti-tion And: I buy the pocket wit him I blakka blakka with Jin! Friend? I have none, just family, you see us Cannons, they seize up, them Re-Up GANG MEMBERS Them same n***as, that watch you play hymn cypha [?] Make you change symbol Fire in the hole, you call your flame simmas Out; can you stand to rain n***as? We'll see Until then, my hat red, my P white Sitting on a big Benz dash under the streetlight