Various Artists - My Mic is On Fire lyrics

..* Ego Trip's "Book of Rap Lists"; p. 65 *.. {first three lines of introduction are undecipherable} [LS] It's me, Lord Shafiyq, may I enter? [RL] And Khaliyl ?? ?? - in other words, what do you want? [LS] Set this mic on fire [RL] And how you gon' do dat? [LS] FLAME ON!! [Verse One] It's no coincidence, that when I came on And spoke into my mic dome, I said "FLAME ON!!" An arsonist calls this a wish But his name is great, dope, triumphant - he can't hold this He went to war with the Hammer of Thor Now it's a monument, hangin on my wall But you insist to shoot joints - to prove a point But it's nothin new - because the joint's that you threw (that you threw) I knew was sweet It's like an episode, it repeats and repeats You threw a jab I grab your wrist *SMAK* kiss your fist Threw it back in your face; mmmm, a total diss But you're still engaged to what I put on page Now my mic wants a divorce - it's on a rampage Singing a lullaby that's so fly Removes the ring around your finger, place it around your eye Command my mic to play dead, until a knucklehead angers me; So instead, I'm gettin trife like a mortal with a ginsu knife I'd rather bring my mic to life - my mic is on FIRE! [Verse Two] If I was a porkchop, I would commit suicide Purposefully jump into the sk**et, to get fried in lard .. and let you chew on me hard Then watch you choke from the dope for not bein the God I won't a**ist you, or miss you; instead I'll diss you I grab you by your forelocks and then I'll twist you up Like a pretzel, seasoned with sodium - - which is salt, who wants to bite now show me them And I'll roast 'em, toast 'em, post 'em where the sea dwells Down the Pacific, where Sally sells seashells By the seashore - and if you want more then just ASK You shall be given the cure You're not dealing with a dealer or dealing with a concealer You're dealing with a revealer - Shafiyq is a healer I am the antidote, and I'm dope, and I'm anti-wack; Which is to say being wack is what I lack I'm so dangerous so please don't anger this Microphone, he'll tell me to untangle his wire Plug it in, to fulfill his desire ?? set his a** on fire - my mic is on FIRE! "Oh my God!" [Verse Three] Yes, so weren't you callin my name Or am I buggin - are my ears playin games? There's no time to snicker, I came to flicker A light dormant in you, and the quicker You acknowledge - inhale {*aaahhhh*}, exhale {*hahhhh*} Bear witness - Allahu Akbar Adhere to my call, and entere the door Then do what's right and exact - and hit the floor Cause my mic is on fire, meaning that it's lit up Until the knowledge stop flowing then you all can get up And inhale {*aaahhhh*}, and exhale again {*HAHHHH!*} Cause it's a constant ??style that never ends Knowledge flows through me, my microphone uses me To illume me, then he becomes on FIRE! [Verse Four] I keep droppin science as if I was clumsy So in tune with the tune that even bums be Boppin to the theme that makes hobos rock I stop crime - like Robocop I sport Bally sandals, ride on camels Wear Egyptian Musk, cause I hate grey flannel I hate a man who thinks he's better than I am Because he's bigger than I am, he doesn't know who I am You said you're built like a house, tough sh** - I ain't fearin it When does a house compare to a pyramid? That's what I enter when I want to meditate I light up, a pack of Sufi incense, and then I translate A flow through a pen on a scroll Then I unrolled the scroll, when it's time to roll Shafiyq is the Lord, much is under my cap And like Reynold's, I'm here to +Wrap+ - my mic is on FIRE!