Mic Check

There's some people out there that are gonna mistake my confidence for arrogance But, uh, I don't give a f*ck One, two, check. Ay, ay, microphone check Uh, uh, a microphone check. Yeah, yeah, a microphone check Mic check, one, two, one, two, yeah I gotta be real, I'm not a saint, I sin dog Label me illegal, crossing borders, f*ck your damn walls Travel with my people in a pack, homie, we ten strong Call me a wetback and that's exactly when I check jaws Momma payed Coyote's a couple racks for the send-off She called it investing in the future for the best odds Soy mexicano, güerito y tapatío de Jalisco Soy listo con el estilo, puro latin lingo Y suavecito mi ritmo cuando les digo y les explico con mi hocico que soy el mero, mero chingón Kid Frost said I'm a microphone killer Delinquent habits called and said, ILL ZakieL's the illest, no one's iller El mata palabras, mi boca es pistola, escupiendo las balas O puede ser que mi lengua es una espada Y los que tratan de llegar a este nivel se estancan y siempre fallan Para nada, nunca nos alcanzan Mic check, one, two, one, two Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew Mic check, one, two, one, two Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew Bitch, please, get up off these NUTs Whack MCs, can't compete with Nevada's Latin beast I double LZ, illest killer on the scene I be stacking up my green with immaculate rhyme schemes Reaching levels never seen, flowing like some kerosene I ignite it like the fire, soy el fuego on the beat Unsigned, it ain't no hype, they bump el guero in the streets I'm the truth, estilo mexica, rep till I'm deceased Soy el mata micrófonos, top dog como no This is my house, ride with me like a mobile home Spread the ill shit, coast to coast, on the open road Flow is so dope, they overdose, I leave them comatose Mic check, 1-2-1-2 Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew Mic check, 1-2-1-2 Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew The return of the lyrical chupacabra Spittin' palabras, raw and fluid Like eating some beef que todavía sangra Spittin' llamas hot enough to turn into carne asada Fuego para quemar el micrófono Para fumar it like marijuana smokin' like a rasta Respirando ganja, fire-breathing monsta I'm a motherfuckin' problem from Guadalajara to Nevada Sendin' shouts to my people across the globe who's supportin' my camaradas When it comes to this rappin', I'm like a dragon spittin' passion Fire that burns inside, spray it all on the track Colossal just like the Kraken But ain't no Perseus out there that you could summon to stop me cause I will thrash him Mic check, 1-2-1-2 Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew Mic check, 1-2-1-2 Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew Me la pelan güey Here we go Pound for pound ILL ZakieL Is the illest who ever lived Ain't nobody iller F*ck you, man Get the f*ck outta here, because I'm gonna f*ck you up right now, motherfucker