Chris Webby - Microphone k**a lyrics

(Verse 1: Chris Webby) Quick to the draw like an animator Laying down tapes like I’m Hannah Baker Microphone a**a**inator Rolling in a navigator They just cannot load the data Baby now they know I made it (Baby now they know I made it) Better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what I’m lighting the medical giving the heady a puff Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch Got em all bellying up Better give up Turning your city from metal to dust [click boom] Make tombs for my adversaries Make room or I’ll have em buried I’m cutting through all your capillaries Give me, give me, all the god damn loot With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot So please Give me some more space to breathe They saying things about me but the thing about me is I never care what all these motherf**ers think about me Young and OG, spitting my game since ‘03 Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth And move a mountain, you? You just move around it Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded See the room is crowded when I pack the show All black bumblebee pull up at the door Murdered out, when I’m burning out Tryna get that money in absurd amounts, I’mma need a third account I’m the one you heard about, listen Campaign mode like a poli-tician Never laid low cause I got a, vision And I gotta bring that b**h in Took for wishing got them wishing I would stop But I never slow down like I’m running from the cops Put some money in the pot Got the pocket aces and I’ll take it no debating Give me everything you got, cause I am the mic, the microphone k**a I grip the mic, like Mike I’m all thriller Looking for a bigger dinner got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner b**hes because you know that I’m the (Hook: Chris Webby) I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the one with the golden gun I am the light, recite with no filla Don’t step to the best and expect respect I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the ……..the microphone k**a (Verse 2: Merkules) I’m the microphone k**a with a gun on my waist f** out my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase And running with apes, gorillas, f** the love it’s just hate Snatching crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it I’m feelin’ violent, I’ve been a tyrant since Pokemon My potion’s strong I’m the OG like Obi-Wan I’m going hard like a virgin’s first booty call Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo’s on See me in a camo-balaclava when the news come on Shout out Webby we the youngest with the juice I got an army right behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah These b**hes salty, they feeling froggy, well get up off me What’s in the coffee, I fold em up like I did the laundry I’m Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Auzzie, my sh** is haunting I k** em softly, I’m ice-cold like I went to bargaining Nevertheless I never fall off once I’m Air Jordan in his prime and y’all are Walmart chucks My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart’s gut One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck, I’m saying These ignoramuses think I’m famous, the sh** is dated I’m sipping Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in I feel the hate it’s just motivation to get me paid with So if they say they don’t like me that means I fit the A-list Hey b**h, why you mad at the kid? I’ve had it with this You think you dope, but I’m actually sick Hacking this sh**, back in the mix, gargantuous sh** You think you slick you get slapped with a dick, no question Everybody wants to head off Merk It’s R.I.P Prodigy, I’m bringing hell on Earth We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first Yo Webby this sh**’s like a hundred and ten bar verse, let’s get it It’s probably cause I’ve never wrote my sh** in double time Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines f** it’s fine, we the illest right now CT to Canada like how you feeling right now (Hook: Chris Webby) I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the one with the golden gun I am the light, recite with no filla Don’t step to the best and expect respect I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the mic, the microphone k**a I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the ……..the microphone k**a