Man on the Mic (Remix)

[Verse 1: JP Tha Hustler]
I ejaculate venom out my lungs when I'm spitting
It was written in the mob with the wickedest intention
My invention is a model for aggressive insurrection and rebellion
You're a peasant like a feeble-minded pheasant
Now, trickery is imminent, you cannot get with this
I am not feeling what you feeding to the pestilent
Arrogant, heaven-sent? You are just a derelict
Talking out your neck, but your brain does not connect with it
I am not impressed, I will always be a heretic
Diligent and studious, I only dwell on relevance
Embellishment is overrated, past the point of saturation
I only deal with those that will keep my pockets compensated
Some will try to hate all the truth that I recite
I'm the answer to the question of this Generation Y
You can fabricate a lie tryna get me crucified
But now and tonight I'm just a man up on the mic

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
I am the man on the microphone (Microphone)
Let the beat play, I'ma get into the zone (Get into the zone)
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome (Spit into the chrome)
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
I am the man on the microphone (Microphone)
Let the beat play, I'ma get into the zone (Get into the zone)
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome (Spit into the chrome)
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown

[Verse 2: JP Tha Hustler]
Bringing you intelligence, circumspect, intellect
Wisdom for the ages, burden it with dialect
Rhythm is a life-state
Music trend cycling
Vision of your mind-state, translate to writing then
I am caught in beast mode, driven by an appetite
Hunger for the next phase, risen to the next flight
I am on another plane, you are just an oversight
Music so immaculate, feed the soul, open wide
There will always be another-nother tryna challenge this
I will always be a brother but unless you damage it
I am not a feline, you can ride the phallicness
I will make a beeline if you try your malice tricks
I am of the mic, body, soul until thy kingdom come
Choosing what is right, I will fight until my freedom come
Preacher of the night, I will light the way, so come along
Music is the life I lead, come on now, sing my song

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
I am the man on the microphone (Microphone)
Let the beat play, I'ma get into the zone (Get into the zone)
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome (Spit into the chrome)
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
I am the man on the microphone (Microphone)
Let the beat play, I'ma get into the zone (Get into the zone)
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome (Spit into the chrome)
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown

[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
I am the microphone master, technique phenomenal (Uh)
Insane Poet, yes, he's the prodigal
Son with the hottest flows
Deadly and impossible to fuck with
You internet rappers ain't even plausible
Please shut yo audio, audible to a different style
I rips mics on stage, got 'em going freaking wild
Got 'em saying "Aww shit"
Leave 'em all accosted
Feed 'em to the lions, yeah
Toss 'em in the mosh-pit
It's anger and aggression when I spit it from the gut (Uh)
It's danger when I'm flexing, plus, my lyrics fuck you up
I'm a beast in the booth and a savage on the mic device
Propane lyrical flows, when I ignite the mic
Feel me, like when lightning strikes
Really for the violent type
Though I don't hear the music for my Spartans that like to fight
Bet yo last dollar on the kid 'cause tonight's the night
It's L.S.P., G.R.E., Nitebreed, and Butcher Knife (Woo)

[Chorus: JP Tha Hustler]
I am the man on the microphone (Microphone)
Let the beat play, I'ma get into the zone (Get into the zone)
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome (Spit into the chrome)
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown
I am the man on the microphone (Microphone)
Let the beat play, I'ma get into the zone (Get into the zone)
Unleash the beast when I spit into the chrome (Spit into the chrome)
I do it for the little ones, do it for the grown