Mic Tester I'm a microphone tester, smoked out and broke out In the back of a van with sprout and hesta I light up like a lighter, you're a bedroom writer And I'm out of breath cause now I rock my jeans a little tighter Yo- forget what you know I'm dropping sweat on the front row This ain't the simple life- but it's the only life I know Sleeping like you got jet lag- and now you're breathing in a paper bag- What the hell, I wish you well, I wish you luck, so what the f**? I heard your mom drives an ice cream truck You'll never touch what we got- Three hots and a cot and a snare that claps on the track And me and sprout and hesta prynn go way back I'm a microphone genius, how can I explain, what goes on in my brain You won't believe till you've seen this, I mean this And everytime I walk by, all the people on the avenue like, "Why so fly?" And if you got a sweat-suit and you're dripping with diamonds Tell me are you a rapper or a mom from long island? MTV much to my chagrin, is about as exciting as an ottoman I'll always call you out just like I always did before I don't give a f** we ain't on Sony anymore I run with spero and sprout and I don't give a damn I'm Hesta Prynn, "Don't you know who I am?" I'm the right girl. For tonight girl. I'm the right girl and I don't give a f** that I rap like a white girl I'm a microphone master, you're quick, but I'm a faster MC I'm the master of ceremony It's just mic and me like we were meant to be Happily every after in matrimony When I'm up on stage I command the crowd Check 1,2,3 turn my mic up loud We bring our own mics We don't need the stands You can't see the wires The mics in our hands Mic test, mic tech, but you're no mic tester- Try to juggle this fire- you microphone jester Think you're the best but you know we're the bester Gonna head out west with spero and hesta Use the microphone like a judge with a gavel Always rock the party wherever we travel Everywhere I go I bring the mic I own Cause I'm the master tester on the microphone