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lyrics
Intro:
Yo alot of rappers now days talk alot of nonsense
Saying they do this and that, man but half of that's just talk, for real
Chorus:
Yo mic check, mic check, 1,2, is you hearing it
This is not a game homie, I'm dead serious
Skill recognize skill, through real experience
Don't front, the streets will test how really real you is
Verse 1:
Yo I'm 'bout to take flight on these rhymes, audio aeronautics
Nothing up my sleeves my man, no tarot card tricks
All real, all skill on m i c's
You know my flow stay 100 like a centipede
Can i breath? These weak rappers crowding the mic
They all up in my space like they browsing the site
But can't log on, denied by their nursery rhymes
Take 'em back to daycare for all their cursing and crying
Need a spanking, for thinking they are harder than a cinder block
The only thing I see hard about 'em is trying to hit the top
So humble yourself, before somebody humbles you
And say weak and whack's the only way you get the W
Too many rappers say they're rolling 'em 22s
On the real, their only transportation is them tennis shoes
So stop fronting and stick with the true facts
No need to say I'm nice on the mic, my rhymes do that
Chorus:
Yo mic check, mic check, 1,2, is you hearing it
This is not a game homie, I'm dead serious
Skill recognize skill, through real experience
Don't front, the streets will test how really real you is
Mic check, 1,2, is you hearing it
This is not a game homie, I'm dead serious
Skill recognize skill, through real experience
Don't front, the streets will test how really real you is
Verse 2:
See now days, everybody is a gangster or thug
Everybody push snow, like they plow in a truck
Everybody sip lean, sit clean, big wheeling
Hit licks, hit chicks, on the corner, big dealing
They say get it how you live it, the strong'll survive
But how'd you hustle if you ain't even work a day in your life
Kids acting all wild, tryin' to prove their rowdiness
Getting loot from armed robberies, really is mom's allowances
It's kind of foul how the talk is cheap
The streets'll test you, and have you end up resting in peace
Mom's yelling, "my child lost their life for nothing"
When in reality, you lost your whole life for fronting
And I ain't here just to give a long lecture
I'm 'bout that act right, get right, live better
But in the meantime, I stay spitting clean rhymes
Sandman knockout flows, you know, dreamtime
Chorus:
Yo mic check, mic check, 1,2, is you hearing it
This is not a game homie, I'm dead serious
Skill recognize skill, through real experience
Don't front, the streets will test how really real you is
Mic check, 1,2, is you hearing it
This is not a game homie, I'm dead serious
Skill recognize skill, through real experience
Don't front, the streets will test how really real you is
Outro:
Yea, so main, main idea is, don't talk about it, be about it
And if it's all talk then watch yourself because somebody's watching you
They'll be quick to test exactly what you're talking about
So be real man, get right, one
