My Microphone

Kenny Diaz ft. Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh) ft. Cyanide - “My Microphone”
[Emcee(s): Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh) and Cyanide]
[Producer(s): Kenny Diaz]

[Verse 1: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)]
The microphone’s
My lover.  Caress her cylinder form, been with her
For nine years, she undresses the song. When I was nine
I used to rhyme, design for the money
And when I was ten, I made the mic my honey. It’s funny
Brothers try to kick it to her all day but they
Get no play, feedback is all she say. I stay
Away from the brothers who often treat her wrong
Screaming at her headpiece, bragging ‘bout their chrons
But when I kiss her, I open up her eyes, show her
Dopeness inside, kick rhymes without crimes. At times
Other brothers viewing me with scrutiny
I rock with continuity—you don’t know what you do to me
I grab her by the waist, turn her on with my thumb, kick a verse
With my tongue and make the microphone come to realize
That I’ma only protect her, kid
To mics, I’m affectionate and, plus, I catch wreck with it
Respecting it. Me and you, we can’t go wrong ‘cause
You know I rock the mic ‘til the break of dawn
You know I rock the mic ‘til the break of dawn
You know I rock it. Now check it out, y’all

[Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh) and Cyanide]
[Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)]
I love
The microphone. You don’t stop
When I rock the mic, I rock the mic right. I love
The microphone. You don’t stop
When I rock the mic, I rock the mic right
[Cyanide]
I love
The microphone. You don’t stop
When we rock the mic, we rock the mic right. I love
The microphone. You don’t stop
My mic sounds nice, check, two

[Verse 2: Cyanide]
I was formally
Introduced to her back in ’89, but her league
Wasn’t mine—see, shorty there was a dime—and even though
Knuckleheads were all trying to bust my bubble
No one could deny it: we made the cutest couple. Didn’t
Realize, but I was falling for her fast, thought about
Her in class, so teachers wouldn’t let me pass. Only in
Junior High but mature for my age, so I wrote her
Love poems I could read her on stage. Mad kids
Tried to kick game to her behind my back but never
To my face ‘cause they knew they was wack. Even sold
Some of my lines so, in the spot, they could shine
But I battled for her love and I won every time. Telling me
To give her up. Are you kidding?!? I couldn’t go public
With it, and so it must be forbidden
Until the day that the whole script unfolds and I release
That it’s the greatest love story ever told, but
I release how I feel in this song ‘cause
You know I rock the mic ‘til the break of dawn
You know I rock the mic ‘til the break of dawn
You know I rock the mic. Check it out now

[Hook: Cyanide]
I love
The microphone. You don’t stop
When we rock the mic, we rock the mic right. I love
The microphone. You don’t stop
My mic sounds nice, check, one