Song Info
Genre
Charts
#117,460 today
Peak #1,423
#72,201 in subgenre
Peak #761
Author
slickmic
Uploaded
June 24, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:13
Lyrics
Lyrically I’m off scale/
Grab the mic and impail/
Thrown like a spear at these frail/
Emcees moving like snails/ Watch as they fail
Like a pothead in class/ Passing the dank/ falling flat on his ass
I’m moving faster than flash/ with this lyrical Gas
Being pumped/ almost explosion
Outcome and you winning don’t be supposing
Get on the mic/ think you can beat me your wrong
Coming up against me is like the States versus Jong
Or like New York versus King Kong
I’m like the Japanese in ping pong
Unbeatable or Undisputed like Wesley undefeatable
Like Pluto almost unreachable
Like a genius unteachable
Emcees wanna pull
Making me believe what I hear/
But I just give it a year and wait for them 2 dissapear
Slick mic/ Digging graves/
For these slaves/
Who get taken out to tide like waves
I’m the nail in the coffin/ stopping these vampires from flocking
Sucking my blood/ my intelligence/ speaking nothing of relevance/
But for now its my time 2 write/ Slick mic on the mic Homerun never strike
This is my shit, I will never quit
Your boi slick mic back for another hit
If you don’t like/ Then don’t listen
But stop dissing/ when you doing nothing but wishing
My lyrical composition/ your no competion/
its like we’re in a board meeting and my ideas the only one they pitching
Emcees wishing/
They had my style/ I know it gets you higher than the crack that comes out of a vile
And it keeps you addicted/ I know Im gifted/ I know I get you lifted
don’t like pussy we can fight and you’ll get double fisted
How did my ass taste after you kissed it? This flow I switched it
I know it was unexpected you nitwit
A lot like Bow Wow starring as a hustler in a box office hit
lets discuss a
Certain beef before we get more in the mix than Usher
So lets speak about a certain matter/
This is exercise Im doing while your like Stephen Harper getting fatter
Sitting on your ass all day no work just play/ Thinking you can beat me/
You better get your 3 wishes to a genie/ You cant See me
So how are you gonna be me?
Claim you a mack
But don’t got the art of macking
You aint Tariq homie your all talk and no action
I should be slapping
Harder than the food at Brothers barbeque that makes you slap your momma
The microphone bomber/ Armed with marijuana
I already got the solution while you just ponder
Wonder/ Around lost
The shit you spitting is colder than Jack Frost
And you sound nervous you must be doing more coke than Kate Moss/
Don’t come against me you joke/
You an amateur you forgot to even hold the choke
