Emcee
• Written by Ponce
I die for the mic/ you would kill for my hype
I spit that good slang/ you can stick it in your pipe
Here, I burn this beat up/ go ahead get high
Dealin out these lines/ I got an endless supply
Stayin true to the game/ aint about money or fame
where I came/ it was about some love and some pain
Wow and entertain/ in a crowd or on stage
Displaying your brains/ in a rhythmic tic game
I bleed this hip hop/ stick a needle in my vein
Draw that shit back/ inject it into a track
Put life into music/ yeah Im reviving it back
I add dimension to beat/ you just leaving it flat
I'm sharp with the wit/ and trouble cleft with the script
You can talk and you can diss/ but it doesn't mean shit
Mic at the hip/ yeah you better hop jump and skip
I got the scope on you pricks/ a true mc don't miss
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Ponce
Member since April 18 2015