Mic Check

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah
Mic check 1-2, aye
I take a stab at the mic and I know you wouldn't want to see it coming
You’re seeing nothing, my cerebral's what you fiends couldn't stomach
A genius fronting like I’m counting cards, casino, something
Like the evil's buggin' but it wouldn't let you see my bluffing
I'm leaking something and I'm leaving with a little hope
Before the ink bleeds and dries out on the page I quote
And then bring me (to) sharing out upon the stage I gloat
Leave the drama at ya home, a crime
It's murder that I wrote

[Verse 1]
Like the Navajos, you couldn't decipher my linguistics
You’re all the same to me, and man it’s too hard to distinguish
Who is who these days, blending, bet I'm not gon’ finish
'Til I line you and burn, confirming that you're all extinguished
The game's diminishing, you put the weakest on a pedestal
I’ve been in it and don't gotta feast to make sure cheddar's full
Nah, I'm playing, but don't play it, you ain't on my level, fool
But you say it, no you ain't
It's a game, go get a Clue

[Hook]
I said microphone check, 1-2, 1-2, (run it)
Hear the speakers boomin', better-better bump it (bump it)
Fit it, love it, wish you knew it knew it, wasn't (wasn't)
608 boy, straight up know we run it (run it)
So T-Pain it, turn up all the bass, turn up all the treble
Telling Lucifer to listen up and stomp it on the pedal
Ride around and find the sound, you know that it never settle
Hit the mic check, mute yourself and make sure to boost my levels

[Verse 2]
This song's another piece that I'mma add to the story
What came before me no one talks about, 'cause that shit was boring
All's below me, that's including you, the wood of the flooring
Storm the beaches like it's Normandy, a blast from the shore
No Concord, but I'll connect-the-cut like on the interstate
Y'all don't pass the finish line, I'm chilling where the winners wait
Take the swinging in my palm, a round to mix the lemonade
Take a seize while in the heist, crown me like it's been a raid
Spin the tape, I been a fade
Shadow box my mind 'fore every round and pounce until the KO comes to end the wait
Like you didn't know what's coming, got Devinci in the cut
We gon' strut, until XXL gon' plan the date
It's nefarious, you fairies get buried
Up in my lair, hookin' Alfred up, and fly with canaries
Dark of night, we scary, paired with Jokes and maybe a Harley
A harlequin, and maybe market it, so shoutout to Gary
Vee

[Hook]
I said microphone check, 1-2, 1-2, (run it)
Hear the speakers boomin', better-better bump it (bump it)
Fit it, love it, wish you knew it knew it, wasn't (wasn't)
608 boy, straight up know we run it (run it)
So T-Pain it, turn up all the bass, turn up all the treble
Telling Lucifer to listen up and stomp it on the pedal
Ride around and find the sound, you know that it never settle
Hit the mic check, mute yourself and make sure to boost my levels
I said microphone check, 1-2, 1-2, (run it)
Hear the speakers boomin', better-better bump it (bump it)
Fit it, love it, wish you knew it knew it, wasn't (wasn't)
608 boy, straight up know we run it (run it)
So T-Pain it, turn up all the bass, turn up all the treble
Telling Lucifer to listen up and stomp it on the pedal
Ride around and find the sound, you know that it never settle
Hit the mic check, mute yourself and make sure to boost my levels, aye
Aye