MIC RIGHTEOUS - OPEN MIC FREESTYLE

[Intro] Alright listen up I just walked out of the Hospital right now Didn't give a fuck, this is right now I think Open Mic is out, about 11 hours Theirs a laptop here, I'm gonna be on twitter all day Like holla at me innit anybody This is the test, this is to see who is real and who is fake UK! Fuck the long talk, Yeah! Yo, this ain’t the first time you’ve heard of me You already know it’s Mic Third eye open wide Say you wanna know my life Wanna know what insides look like Alright I’ll show you mine Put it on a show promote it invite you And call it Open Mic You man are shook of me in open white You think you’re cold as ice, fosters and lime I’ll slit my throat before I choke on my pride I’m a shock to this spine Give him chills, kill the Mic After that he’ll keel over and die I’m an emotional guy My emotions don’t lie They control what I write I’ve got God on my side And I’m'a rock it till the wheels fall off for the ride If I’m honest I feel like they’re robbing me blind CauseiIt’s real and they still want to stop me from shining I’m from the bottom, land of the lost and forgotten I’m the underdog, yeah the underdog If you don’t love me, what the fuck you want? Funny how it’s the ones you watch Funny how I come around now your touching cloth Before you run your gob Until you found out I run with dogs That prick runs round If you ever rob my swatch Then divert the call, now your in touch with God Still the underdog From that underground But now I’m the boss and older I see my life in a whole new light You know my bars You know my bars dawg there's no disguise I speak the facts and I won’t condone the lies Beat the strap, fam I will just blow your mind I let go of the emotions I hold inside I ain’t weak for that I’m deep for that I’m letting off steam You wanna see me rap then close your eyes Whatever floats your boat I ain’t the boosting type That I don’t need a Roley to show me time That shit is over priced Most of my homies are broke and why? We come from a ghost town so it's no surprise We in a broke down whip with broken lights Had to ditch that piece of shit 'cos in a moments time I’m warming up for Jayko I had a show that night It’s a merry-go-round but would you go round twice For that gold pound we’ll be up all night Everything’s got a price I’ve even sold my wife Typical Arabic land yeah I’m married to rap but FUCK THAT I will Tom, Dick and Harry that slag Yet I’ll bang her from the back 'til the batty is flat I’m a family man I’ll be dammed if I don’t provide Still independent everything I write I own the rights No I ain’t signed you want to roll lets ride Say you wanna back real rappers show me a sign You said the game needs someone to expose the lies Then go on iTunes now and buy Open Mic You’ll be like dude "Wow! I just stole from Mic!" Fucking right too pal I suppose your right I never said I was the best, I let the roads decide I put the intro where the end if you don’t notice why Well here’s why Because the outro is the intro on the roads with Mic Anyone from any walk of life can walk inside and join the riot All you need is a open mind Spread your wings, fly threw an open sky Cross my heart hope to die, stick my eye with a needle Yet I am no eagle that I think is flying with seagulls May I remind you the power lies with the people You cowards lie to the people, I don’t mind that we’re equal Life’s an open book for you Just ride there ain’t no time to be deceitful I said there ain’t no time to be deceitful Its your story of a author who is seeking aphoristically Before we learn to talk we explore its in our genes Before we’re brought up and taught stuff Before the lies living in our minds brought us misery A child's mind is fertile ground from a little seed To sprout from our thoughts and form like a little tree That’d be the tree of knowledge We swallow gossip, follow the voice that told aqua-back That apple I think knowledge is poison Knowledge of choices Living for tomorrow and forgot what the point is Listen up Who’s to say it’s the truth I’m giving you? All depends upon what you choose to listen to What do you perceive? Who do you believe? Don’t believe me, Don’t believe no one else Don’t even believe yourself The real you will come out when you be yourself And when you realize the human being you see is a shell The real you deep down try to scream for help It's try'n'a scream for help The perfect person is lurking inside of you trying to rise to the surace It’s like he's in a cell and he don’t deserve it and only you can free him from jail, don’t desert him Yo, it’s so disturbing, too much knowledge fuck brace yourself, huh! This could be heaven but we make it hell, yeah I think I just fucked Satan's girl, why? Cause someone wants me out of this crazy world But I’m crazy too, I do like crazy do, I hate the game it makes me puke I’m taking aim, aim and shoot still a marksman Always been a grafter Kill an arse-licker I always knew my father, still a bastard Shit I can’t miss I’m picking targets I think my aim's improved Maybe because I ain’t been blazing zoots Always had the red eye, like my brain got nuked I would have to get high I couldn’t face the truth Look what manipulation can make you do It will make you lose faith now my face renewed And that’s why I rate Lowkey for breaking loose Look at the game renewed it's in ruins and I hate it too I think a culture is a weapon that they can use To breed ignorance and racist views And if it weren’t the only way to pay for food I tell the truth Kizzy I would do the same wit' you But for some weird reason I feel like I can make it through And if you made it blood then I can make it too I swear down I can make it too I can see why you have a doubt I used to believe the words that I heard from a rapper's mouth 'Til I analyzed what the average rapper raps about And it’s a pack of a lies that's why I feel like I have to shout Is this what happened to Hip-Hop? Then poor out some Dragon Stout, ashes to ashes This music that we're mad about This game ain't ours it’s their's, they destroyed the art And now they point and laugh They hit us in our heart with a poison dart Man I'm the last real rapper with a point to prove Can I show you the game from my point of view Artists produce arse-lick the A and R’s The A and R’s are the answers to the boys in suits But who employs them? You You gave them the choice to choose to avoid the truth But truth say they fucked up the game in the UK Yeah they fucked up the game in the UK! Everyone’s someone else that why I respect Wiley, Tiny, Wretch, Ed, Fem Fel Real artists fend for themselves, don’t ask me why I’m getting less sales Underground rappers can’t sell themselves How they gonna prevail when I rest fail? Should I quit spitting? Nah righteous, spit, spit about sliding in your wife And riding chicks might as well cause sex sells Should I spit about killing my ex-girl? Cause fucking hell drugs sell Fuck off, Arghh! Yo, (don't know what he says here sorry) Fuck that I wouldn’t change for ten mill I wouldn’t change for 'ed still Even if it meant success, yes wealth And fuck treading on eggshells You rappers tread on themselves Thinking they're fresh to death the bread's stale I’ve been hospitalized, thinking dawg It’s the end of the world if his op on my neck fails Now I look on Twitter see all the people that are wishing me to get well And I think… Arghh, Fuck man! That’s it (x2) Fuck it (x2) Yo... Yo I can say it to my final breath It’s like theirs an open Mic outside your ends If you’re onside then invite your friends I just beg you remember you’re side of the fence And I will continue to deliver like I’m express That’s an unwritten deal you sign inside your head That happens systematically when you buy my shit Ain’t nobody got time for my retirement It happens systematically when you buy my shit Go on iTunes now and fucking buy my shit If you wanna rap real real rap then fucking buy it then Cause ain’t no one got time for my retirement I said nobody’s got time for my retirement You wanna back real rap then fucking buy it then Open Mic Fucking out tonight, Midnight Lets Rep this real shit!