Mic Felon

[Verse One - Pressure] "Listen up ladies and Gentlemen, our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes; average foot-speed over uneven terrain barring injuries, four miles an hour that gives us a radius of, six miles!" I got committed to the pen now my shit's so locked down MCs think I'm doing time for this hip-hop sound Debris the mastermind, Suffa's my partner in crime I be the microphone felon, tell them your master design It all started when I was young fiending for mics Dreaming of heights that I would be reaching despite No one would put me on, or even play me at that So earned my dues ganking mics labelled radio shack At open mic one night far from sober or with it This guy pulls me off and says 'You're rhyming over the limit And heading that way you won't last a day or a night You need to be down for the long haul kid we call 'em lifers Beside you need to stick with me cos rhyme pays And I know this heist where we can jack some sine waves They're mainly small timers, freestylers Street urchins and beat merchants, none of them real rhymers They're raping this culture and make me sick to my stomach These fools need to be arrested for sleeping in public' I dug it, got serious and mastered my rhyme The rocked to the spot with my new partner in crime Trespassed on stage, stole the mic to further insult Committed arsony, defamation and verbal assault They tried to blame the engineer oblivious to our ploy So we crept backstage as they buried the sound boy I stole the DJs crates and his diamond needles Now they got me on the run so it's time to leave ya'll We tried to cross the border, got caught as a noun carrier Pulled over and evicted for breaking the sound barrier This cop threw me to the ground, cos hip hop is violent Said 'You got freedom of speech, just choose to remain silent' Then he checked in the trunk and he found the hot sound I got committed to the pen now my shit's locked down [Hook] I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them People can't handle the product that I'm selling I left my dwelling now I'm on the run Microphone felony number one I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them People can't handle the product that I'm selling I left my dwelling now I'm on the run Microphone felony number one I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them People can't handle the product that I'm selling I left my dwelling now I'm on the run Microphone felony number one