Mic Check

[Verse 1: kVr]
Never thought I can be so deep in that
Making collabs and album, what a feeling
I could not rapping, closing in myself and getting crazed
I would have been killing my mind
But now I'm fine
And I'ma do it automatic like breathing
And behind all this I am normal mind
But with the melody and text I am one of a kind
And I don't wanna rap about the bullshit, I wanna find
The themes which are important for not only me
Or tracks not about the commercial sickness
But just horrorcore or something when I'm increasing the speed
Cause when I will get the fully automatic weapon
You're not better chasing me, cause I will win
And then I can go faster and quicker, when see their weaker features
When I'm on the track with Leach, it's only beginning
Chopping and rapping and banging it over the minimum, picking the people
And hit 'em with venom when get 'em and kill 'em and then I'ma chopping 'em up into pieces
Oh Jesus, I cannot stop doing this
I'm checking the mic and then moving the sound like I have telekinesis
And if you don't understand it, not my fault
I'ma writing it, then recording and looking at result
I am not beyond law, so I can more do it raw
I will be the last person that you'll saw
And you'll hear, I look at their tears
So I gotta get near to get it real
I will travel to the furthest lands of lyricism
Through the sea of imagination, yeah, I will seal
When motivated by the rap I put 'em all up in a lyrical coma
And by the flow I'ma taking another hit
You can make music, you can be yourself
That is why I love that shit

[Chorus x2: kVr]
We have so much to say, so we rapping all the way
We ain't gotta pay to not wait another day
'Cause tomorrow is now, so I wreck
All the enemies, then I do the mic check

[Verse 2: Leach]
Music making, no use in faking, show 'em all the realer when the motherfuckers spit
Mental breaking, pencil shaken, when you try and write something with my shit
So mistaken, yeah, I'm baking, all up in the brain with the motherfucking hits
That I've taken, remain forsaken, ever been waiting, y'all heard what I said
Causin epiphanies with all my symphonies, fucking at tiffanies without no rubber
Yeah, she's a brittany, climb down the chimney, then me and Skinny-D proceed to rob her
Cause I be sinning and winning and spinning all up in the fucking damn wind
Skimming through rhythms inside in my dome made of stone and I know that I never will dim
Coming in bright like some light, blowing it up like dynamite
Causing fright on this night because I be filled with this spite
Damn right, I'll fight, anyone thinking they ripe
Better run, I'm high as a kite with a knife and I'll leave your ass done

[Bridge: Leach's freestyle]

[Chorus x2: kVr]
We have so much to say, so we rapping all the way
We ain't gotta pay to not wait another day
'Cause tomorrow is now, so I wreck
All the enemies, then I do the mic check