Microphone Fiend (feat. Tim Jones)

My third eye realigns while the most high shines I find time's the worst concept from the divine You a point five, I'm an eighth to the face That top-shelf shit that you'd hate to misplace Your dutch is boatin, I'm floatin on the potent I'm the commotion, I'm Triton motherfucker I can control the ocean I drop bombs like the U.S. and the Russians Straight poems over percussion nigga that's my form of bustin Y'all told a black guy that the most high only reps his white side And that's why, my name is God when I slide I'm anemic so you know the flow is naturally cold Delaware river in the winter when it's thirty below My character? Shit holds more weight than your title With my liquid sword I strike mics and slice vitals Trained to reign, use the microphone as a katana Cut these emcees up so they can't reach their mañana Guess who's back on the map strapped and ready to attack Since six flipped the script when I heard that boom bap Fell in love with the Wu, there was no flyer crew Played that Pun, Pac & X, that's when the fire grew It was then that I knew, I was starving for a taste Had to grip it in my hand, couldn't see it go to waste Headphones on my ears as I pedaled through the blocks OG's knew my name, held my own at all the spots In the back of my mind, it was everywhere I went Reciting lyrics from the best, not knowing what they meant Yet and still nonetheless, I felt it in my chest All I wanted was to rap, I knew that I was blessed Foraging for beats, pouring porridge for the feasts Rappers boring me to sleep, every chorus on repeat Tryna keep it all alive got me rolling in the deep No gimmicks over here, for the mic I've been a fiend Analyze the lies you seem displeased in your eyes You just mad you can't spit pristine like we, Gem & I Mic fiends till we die, this the scene, no surprise We demolish with no remorse, you'll bleed through your disguise Anywhere that I'm inserted bitch I promise proper wordage Anytime the fiends have heard it, they come running when I'm serving Lyrically assertive, never suffer from a shortage Got a million golden bars that stay packed inside the storage Split riffs so time shifts, I insist we rip spliffs So I don't go ballistic on dipshits who can't spit Flip this on these pricks too dumb for slick shit Y'all quick to jump ship once things get too thick Came to f*ck your brain up call it a sexual lobotomy Keeping up with emcees the likes of these is an odyssey We the artists who prefer quality over quantity Keep that falsity far from me, you rappers are wannabes