Mic It

[Intro] Yeah, I am the baddest rapper known, You're got damn right Ey, change the key You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming [let me slide up in here] They dont like it [x4] [That's better] Begging in time for somebodys rhyming They dont like when I decide to mic it You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming They,they,they dont like it when i decide to mic it Nah You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming Maylay, Hallway Productions, Dj Crazy Toones [Verse 1: Maylay] They dont like when I decide to mic it Cuz I come from the south where they only ride to the tight shit Flowing peccable so cold I let it blow, wet vocals froze And let it snow in the eskimos I'm the voice of the streets the boys and beasts Other MCs decrease the poise in the beats Maylay the crowd favorite, wild kild now save it And I stay on the dail, your style's outdated gangrelated hip hop I came to rip spots and make these lames kick rocks up in their flip flops Matter of fact, actually, I'm tired of the faggotry And rappers that got lie bitches and shit mad at me Hold up, wait, let me get this shit straight I dont give a fuck about you or your mixtape You ain't thight, dont know you, won't promote you, that's protocol Especially when your skills're about as sharp as a bowlingball [Hook] You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming They,they,they dont like it when i decide to mic it [Big Swang records] You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming [Bridge] Hold my scratch WC, these marks think I'm playing [Verse 2: Maylay] Let me grip the mic rip it thight hit you with some instant flight Break it down like the muscle bound around kryptonite Had the speakers jumping up, subbing like (Obwowo...) Louder than the Clouds when they growl in the thunder pump Illest with a sick and ignant dont stop get it get it Flip it, twist it 'till I end up with a ticket in it One of the thightest that spit it in about a sec Rappers ain't gotta like it they ain't buying no records I'm back home, they whack and rap wrong Dont let the track and the cover and tats get you slapped on I got fans from the gangland to the goldcoast You outta place young man coming at grown folks It takes skills not a few dollars and car wheels Close are these parkass-hoes to had a barkfeel Hardest on the thang, regardless ain't the thang You dont translate the best rap artist in the game [Hook] You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming They dont like it when i decide to mic it You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming [Y'all don' want to see me now more] They dont like it when i decide to mic it [They can't hold me, nah] You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming They dont like it when i decide to mic it You've been begging in time for somebodys rhyming [Looking better than you, rapping better than you] [Outro] They dont like it when i decide to mic it.. ..mic it, mic it, mic it, mic it, mic it... How many Nikki nikkis coming from the corner, ever seen a coroner, in California How many Nikki nikkis coming from the corner, ever seen a coroner, in California