Mic Check

Lets Go Microphone check 1 2, 1 2 So sick that that I got the flu So quick to rhymes Creating rhyme stew On a ripping track by the, sick group Which is myself, ya know I cause hell Here's the scoop A loop goes through my head When I'm thinking up lyrics Never stoop to the wack level and I can prove this Just like Q-Tip, I rap in abstract Take in my surroundings Then express myself through that, I'm sounding Great, make no mistake I elevate Meditate, sit back because I know that I'm Gonna levitate way above these other rappers Thinking that they cool but they never gonna capture What I'm after, they're all bastards Thinking that they, could spit it faster But I just keep going, y'all know that Even in my past I was ahead of yo ass I just process it When it comes through my brain I know that I'm not stopping Mind stimulation is near so don't fear This occasion, rocking the mic like a stone mason Chasing my pace constantly racing myself Trying to catch up the the evolution of my pulse What else it happening Now I'm coming at ya, better know You never heard anything, this unique before So take a peak inside, and reap the ride Come eye to eye, don't nullify Your existence is your persistence So make a difference, don't be a pretense Stay up on the fence and dance Fall down, but no broken bones, no chance A life changing event, that you saw Thought that you were gonna get out of it But I'm so cold that I'll, never thaw So much heat, never will be defeated I know that I will meet it When I gotta, go into the battle Gonna do what I do, I will not skedattle You acting like a tattle tale Back in elementary you know that I sent to Be The sickest, ever, in here, but I, get clever Our brain are like planets They're just that big, like a volcano We just get pissed with all the cortexes That control our reflexes, playing with a tennis racket In Texas, against some Mexicans, with a replica Of Johnny McEnroe's racket ya Another story for another time We just love living in a shell Gotta rhyme Going to space, hyper speed like Solo Flying like a Falcon, go for the dolo With my mic, and my vocals Skirting the stars through a black hole Fourth Dimensional rocket ships Alive in your cortex, you look more vexed As the hex takes hold X marks the spot on the map I'm back to snap my fingers Like Thanos, let me play some piano In the Cantina, 8 arms like Alfred Molina