Microphone

[Chorus]
I hear they want to talk to me
I can't afford, their talk is cheap
And I ain't feeling so broke
First it's violence then it sports the piece
I'm fighting with this force, believe
My mind is in it's own zone
You can try and bring the war to me
It's fine 'cause I absorb the beef
Recite it to the whole globe
I'm quite precise, revised my own flow
My life is like a microphone bro

[Verse 1]
Everybody talks to me, tells me their opinion and basically reports to me
About how they think things ought to be
'Cause I bring people in
When I'm around I bring the vibes and I'm like "Sing, people, sing"
But I don't say a word
And some express theirself to me, and lie so much
But their waste of a breath ain't helping me
Look you might see me in a studio
Or at radio, or just on a stage jammin'
Bringing in artists, making their voice heard
But I heard their voice first
They wanna hook me up to a mixer and say stuff to me but I'm broken so no, it won't work
Everybody uses, abuses, and just says what they like to me
Half of these MC's have never been through the shit they recite to me
Some tell me a story, tell me about the world, how it's gory
Who died, who fell, who rised
Two guys, two shells, two crimes
The things they say can make you cry
But I guess it's the same old song
Another viewpoint as the day goes on
Another new boy try'n'a make those bombs, go off
Saying his cakes so long, show off
They're always refusing the truth
They ain't moving the food and they ain't come from, Co-op
So as I stand with this mic stand
I ask God if he can hand me a right hand
So I can slap the next guy that walks into the booth
That tries to amp that his nine bangs

[Chorus]
I hear they want to talk to me
I can't afford, their talk is cheap
And I ain't feeling so broke
First it's violence then it sports the piece
I'm fighting with this force believe
My mind is in it's own zone
You can try and bring the war to me
It's fine 'cause I absorb the beef
Recite it to the whole globe
I'm quite precise, revised my own flow
My life is like a microphone bro

[Verse 2]
One yout walked in my booth saying that he's from the hood
The truth was he's born inna Exeter
He said he's moving the food and he usually shoots
But the truth was he walks with a replica
I told him to stop with the lying, they're not gonna buy it
But me, I ain't vexed with ya
Then he told me to "Shut up, you dumb mother fucker, you're only a Audio Technica"
And I was like "Who are you slewing?
You're useless and ruined, the girls say I'm handsome"
The engineer came in and said "Low it! He's the one that tried to sell me a Samsung"
I replied "That's why his angry and vexed
'Cause his panties are wet and he's amped for a check"
If I was a man then he'd get shank in his neck
But I stand on a stand while you're standing correct
I don't like your tone
Don't think that I won't break on you, I'm a microphone
Standing with a screwface, saying "Who's fake?"
I looked at him and said "You're like a clone"
Then he looked at me back
Face looking like Freddy Krueger but he was too shook to attack
My mic stand, he kicked it
My engineer flipped it, backed me and pulled out the biscuit
The fake yout resisted, said "Look, I'm a wizkid and I roll round with bitches
And that shit I was spitting, I wished it
I just wanna roll with the villains and flip bricks
I've always been addicted to Brixton
My engineer just flipped it and kicked him
Out of the studes and told him "Fuck off Cuz'
If you ain't real you are not one of us"

[Chorus]
I hear they want to talk to me
I can't afford, their talk is cheap
And I ain't feeling so broke
First it's violence then it sports the piece
I'm fighting with this force believe
My mind is in it's own zone
You can try and bring the war to me
It's fine 'cause I absorb the beef
Recite it to the whole globe
I'm quite precise, revised my own flow
My life is like a microphone bro
I hear they want to talk to me
I can't afford, their talk is cheap
And I ain't feeling so broke
First it's violence then it sports the piece
I'm fighting with this force believe
My mind is in it's own zone
You can try and bring the war to me
It's fine 'cause I absorb the beef
Recite it to the whole globe
I'm quite precise, revised my own flow
My life is like a microphone bro