Myk Check - Stressed Request lyrics

This is for my Wilkes County peeps Yeah. Myk Check. That's the name… I said it once, no need to say it twice The name is MykCheck, so my mic is always right And my mind is always thinking bout rhymes to spit tonight So if darkness could swear I'd probably get cussed out for being so bright My eyes are peeled, always looking for metaphors There's only been a couple times that I ever met a who*e With Tim Duncan defense, she wouldn't let me score That won't happen again like Michael Jackson on tour In case you're unsure, let's touch base If I'm talking to my microphone, then no one is safe Any gender, color, or race Straight, gay, bi, or lez; Young or old; alive or dead; I feel this should be said. If a line of mine flies over your head I implore your inquisition so you won't be misled When I say something about my day to day Or any other thing that could be esoteric that I may throw your way My sk**s cannot be bested. Sick-a** flow should go get tested So infested I'm “the infected.” 28 days later I'm requested Beef with me is not suggested. I got a pic of your chick getting my dick fully erected But that's subjective and this next bit's esoteric. I'm becoming atmospheric Let's get it lit. What time is it? 5:15. No it's always 10:30 Time is relative but not pictured in my family tree You can't f** with me, you see, this beat, this mic, that's all I need Add a pen, add a pad, let's proceed “U” started your career but it ends with “me” “Unwelcome” with a memory of your could-be success Is all I left you with before I went to court to confess Charges brought up bout me being the best My lyrical homicides and rhymes are full of finesse My verbal a**aults are self taught with sk**s in excess I reach my goals you don't progress. I'm in your player making you obsess Have your counselor a**ess your new sequela While tequila got you bone barfing like you're Mileena Looking for an ocarina, to go back in time No h*mo but obsessing over me made him lose his mind I'm on my grind catch me cruising in the hatchback In 3rd gear, three more to go so you should stand back Or the 9 milli leave you dropping like the NASDAQ I'm the sky, you're the “land down under”—Outback You'll never come before me, I'm lightning, you are thunder Change your name to Amy Lee cause you're going under While drowning in my sk**s, you'll have to be revived If I'm sober and you're a pill then I'll eat you alive like Weezy You're ignored and overlooked and worthless as a kite on a day that's not breezy *Ah-choo* You got me sneezy—I'm allergic to no sk**s The evidence is clear that your girl is a pro still Her throat is a foot deep. That's why she's called “toe-heel” She tried to holla but I said there was no deal My flow k**ed this beat, I got lethal lyrics ….. I'm watching the critics pick you a part in ways that don't agree with physics Your gimmicks are dull just like your rhymes are You hate on me just because you see me in that nice car C-E-L-I-C-A (See? E-L, I see a) dead man walking if he keep on looking my way You need to mind your business I cut so deep I'll have your doctors laughing when you ask them if they can mend this To me this song's been endless, but now the end is near You better memorize each line, not one word can be smeared And that's a rap…Cheers!