J.E.D. (415) - The Mic Is Mine lyrics

(As we go a little somethin' like this)(x4) (As we go a little somethin' like this…hit it!) [Verse 1] See, the mic is mine, and I'm down to use it And battle any pigeon that dares to abuse it I'm a rhyme artist, so it belongs to me I'm Richie Rich, Dubble-R, that down MC I took a trip to New York disguised as a geek Since they say they're so hard I had to take a peek I went to Queens, the Bronx, and even Brooklyn Had the girls in a daze, and kept them all lookin' Went to all of the parties, I left houses burnin' From Jersey City to Bridgeport and Mount Vernon And I just couldn't see why they're rated so high Man, I'm an Oakland city gangster, a California guy And the mic is mine That's right, it's mine [Verse 2] Well, when I left Mount Vernon, what did I see? A light brown beauty, she was fitted for me So, I spoke to the girl as she stared in amazement She said 'hi,' but then she led me to the basement But when she opened the door, oh man, gee The walls were full of pictures, pictures of me She said “drop that disguise, I know who you are You're MC Richie Rich, the California rap star” Her dress slid down, the body go round The baddest old man in the town, he wouldn't frown And a body like hers, the woman had curves But to mess with me, man, she had to have nerves And now she's mine That's right, mine [Verse 3] I moved on to Buffalo, and then Woodlawn Beach Got on the mic, ‘cause I had a lesson to teach To the New York s**az who just won't quit Who think they're oh so hard and so legit I tell ya like this, children of New York All the growlin' and yellin', it's soft as pork When it's boiled in a pot of beans And I prefer it over bacon like Sizzlean I'm the California star, the best by far I'm being given gold and dollars, and European cars And when I see something I want, I simply say ‘gimme' And pretty soon there will be another rap in me And it'll be mine That's right, mine [Verse 4] So when I take things, like your gold or your freak Don't be upset, look, man, it's kinda unique You gotta peek it out this way, you met a rap star He took your gold and your girl, and left you a car You say you know that brotha from the Oakland town Be a player, hang tough, hold your own and be down ‘Cause on the mic, I'm clownin', punks I'm downin' Don't try to smile, your teeth are jacked, keep frownin' The mic is mine That's right, mine [Verse 5] So I left New York en route to L.A I said, what the hell, it's a sunny day I'm a microphone master and I'm in demand I'd get a rent-a-car and head to Disneyland Got off of my plane about 6 o'clock The rent-a-car place was around the block Grabbed my baggage and jogged to the door A sign was posted that I never seen before Printed clearly, it read like this, my friend ‘We rent Ferraris, Lamborghinis and Benz' My eyes popped out, without a doubt I had a briefcase full of money and too much clout I was next in line and I could hardly wait To get a Lamborghini, so I could devastate So then she took my credit card and 200 in cash Smoking a cigarette, she lightly dumped her ash Then politely she whispered ‘red, white or blue?' I said, ‘Ah, nah, could this be true? I'll take the red one, ma'am, and I'll also take the key ‘Cause I'm a rap star, I got places to be.' So I rushed out the door to the fresh red ‘ghini Spotted a thick black girl in a bikini I picked her up and took to the room to grind And by the way, that Lamborghini is mine That's right, mine The mic is mine That's right, mine The mic is mine I'm out