Ceeingee - Drop Tha Mic lyrics

[Hook] Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic Drop tha mic, drop tha mic Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic [Verse 1] I hit hoes on the 1st night Red and yellow, black and white Red alert, has anybody seen my p**y cat I'd Dress to k**, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At I'll blow up minds like dynamite Fight with all the might as I come at ya tha night sh** is gettin' heavy but I'm a bit pecky when it comes to chosen rhymes for my raps When I rap, I collapse on myself as I sit and relapse while thinkin' of goin' into a time lapse and go faster like hip-hop is what I'm after, it is I'm tryin' to gain attention, my intention of bein' a rapper for this nation and build up the new hip-hop generation With the rappers, who'll make ya feel good inside I'll be poppin' up and my alter ego that acts like Hyde [Hook] Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic Drop tha mic, drop tha mic Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic [Verse 2] I will not yet drop the mic, drop the muthaf**in' mic Follow the light to the future of what is comin' I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic Put the whack rappers down for their music that is sh**e How come the word sh**e isn't a real word Jealous of my hoes I tip-toe light in Reebok shoes This Gangsta chronicles feeds minds of I'm in need of love I saw you with them freak hoes Holdin daggers up and lettin you decide Keep the nine on my side Scrapping with them n***as from the other side A brand new vision of a brand new ride This accident, was a cover up for homicide If you don't know, I've defined it Got my paws frostbit, with six screens lit You be a church mouse in Perb house, ya'll heard? Whether you laugh or not I'm a trust in His word Down South Screwed Up Click, is the motherf**ing sh** [Hook] Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic Drop tha mic, drop tha mic Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic [Verse 3] When the time tic Pipe rhyme sick Two raps to perform, only one so take your pick Every motherf**in body that owns somebody in this b**h Love and restrict only benefit the rich Big Hands, n***a... I got the mic... Coud it be another side effect of inner hate? Patient under God, walk around town megahard like Got love and I don't want it, who's teachin' me hate? You been followin' my work and every thing I do 'cuz if you disrespect me then you'll be dead too If you want beef, then my heat gon' blow Should I stay or should I go? Murder ballet, watch your back Better be remotivated wit a mack 10 And now I'm trippin off a uncle named Sam Will you take me as I am Forth and back, spark a Phil', then mack, black We bang on n***as like we playin the drums From the same city, same broken slums This is my life, so who ready for war What awaits you after d**h, rub the lamp and explore And here the test comes Pull up in a six-hundred convertible I've been around since the planet was inhabitable Cause when you get rich, other n***as start to b**h A handle with an axe at the end of my clutch We close to the hits, so close, we won't switch [Hook] Yo, I'll spit the hardest before I drop the mic Drop tha mic, drop tha mic Run circles around you, before I drop tha mic, drop tha mic [Outro] Yo, muthaf**ers, I ain't gonna drop the mic yet Ceeingee NC Origan Jolly f**in' Sid 2016 My label, Raptronic Records Ya'll better know, I ain't a person to f** with I call myself the bad boy of rap, that's because I rap viciously Vezahl here too, Origan's ego The other side of him, he'll not drop the mic yet too