Mic Control

Lone... lone Walking through this world alone Walking through this world alone Soul Position Walking through this world alone Blueprint, RJD2 [Hook] Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control! [Blueprint] * Verse 1 Yo... homeboy you got a wack hustle I heard your raps they lack muscle I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle So them boys in blue and black can bust you Lock you away so them gay cats can touch you You call my name you ask for trouble Might get scooped slammed, might get your ass muffled Get who you gotta get, get your fam Ladies if you're beffin', get your man! Beef turn print to a different man So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan I have you making co-payments on some eyewear You got me wrong I only act like I care! I used to be a substitute teacher's worst nightmare A booksmart smartass with too much time to spare Skipping study hall so I can play ball Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm Ain't nothing changed, it's still on Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song It's only right I don't play with life - so I don't play with mics! [Hook] Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play Alone... walking through this world alone Walking through this world alone (ha-ha) Walking through this world alone (one more time) [Blueprint] * Verse 2 Yo, rap is not real I don't care what they told you Fake people say fake things in their vocalbooth I'm a grown man I'm not here to joke with you I came to win it all and take back what's overdue It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops It might mean I gotta ** broke it in two! With a broken tooth runnin' back home Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you I'm old school, I know life ain't fair In most days I feel like it's too much trouble to care I used to walk to the corner store with nappy hair Pockets full of food stamps and didn't care who stared To understand me you had to be there To understand pain you had to see welfare A living in inner city in hell and still there Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair I know you feel me if you do say: "hell yeah!" and throw your hands in the air! I know you feel me if you DO say: "hell yeah!" and throw your hands in the air! [Hook] Walking through this world alone Ain't looking for a lover Walking through this world alone Just looking for home