Give Me The Mic

[Intro]
Yeah
Give me the mic

[Verse 1]
Give me the mic, this party's boring
I see some people snoring
The girlies wanna leave and the homeboys ain't scoring
The people in the crowd, they started getting loud
They want their money back and they want it right now
The dance floor was deserted, the DJ's were worried
They needed help fast, quick, and in a hurry
They started yelling "More," the god split the door
It was now my chance to say my rhymes galore
Give me the mic

[Verse 2]
I had the mic in my hand, I was now in command
The other MC's knew that I had to take a stand
I have something to prove to all of you
So hand me the mic and give me room
Now take a listen, I am dissin' all you wack MC's
I taking out you so damn easily
My rhymes as hard as a rock, no need to watch the clock
I'm gonna take it from the bottom to the T-O-P top
Because the rhymes that I'm making are the rhymes that I'm statin'
Number ten on the Richter is what I'll be ratin'
Now you know what I gotta do to rock you and you
Give me the mic and I will come through
Dollars I'm clockin', others are watchin'
So stand to the side, I don't beg your pardon
So listen to me because I'm rockin' it right
And that's what happens when you...give me the mic

[Verse 3]
I had the place rockin', no stoppin', bobbin' up heads
I had the ladies troopin', homeboys swoopin', burn a street tread
The temperature was 88, I was feeling great
If you was fat at this party, then you left in shape
I then kick it with my homies, not no sucker DJ phonies
Good to go Rodney O and I'm poppin' no bologna
Now I'm through with the mic, and the story's been told
Rodney O and Joe Cooley on our way to gold