Mic Cheque

[VERSE 1: PE]

Concoct a rhyme
At the same, strip a duchess
Fill her up
Proceed to get blunted
And take you back
To the days of, you know
When we used to sneak L's
Right under mama's nose
Call it that locked door
Fistful of incense
Fuck the world style
Give a fuck who I impress
While other emcees feign sickness
PE infect it
And have them insecure
Worried about fitness
You should've studied your arts
Learned to spit smart
And put your heart in it
Instead you got your sights set on Asgard
Where I'm god-body
Cold rock a party!

[Chorus: SAMPLE]

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

[VERSE 2: PE]

And bit BIG like Jay did
Only giving up props to the greatest
"they built me to be filthy
On some I do or die shit"
For real!
And I can't deal with you bums
I'm out here putting work
When I earn I get crumbs
But mama taught me properly
So I put it in my batter
And plus I know who I am
So y'all don't really matter
Enlightened banter
Badder to the bone
Wandered from the castle
And the Buddha found his throne-
Sitting lotus
Pulling Indian rope tricks
My getaway-
Now the cloud is my sofa
I only got room for two broads
The rest of you clones
Can hang with microphone cords
And tell your lord to pay dues
To the wireless emcee-
Endorse a microphone cheque
Ahh!

[Chorus: SAMPLE]

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah

Spitting dialect, ah
Catching wreck, ah
One, two
Microphone check, ah