Just me and the mic
• Written by Catch22
Flyer than pigeons and planes
Lean swimming threw my veins
My words come out cursive
Some say I have a slang
Some get the point
Some become blank
Coming in like a tank
Torpedoes and missles
Ship's sank
Thank I give 2 fucks bout a rank
I still got shoe boxes under my bed
Fuck a bank
It's like I have a thug gene etched in my
DNA
TNT I COULD BLOW ANYDAY
EXPLODE in any way
Remember the first time I stepped on stage
Knew this was the day
When I got an encore
Discharging torches
Scorching the fire higher
Igniting like a bic lighter
Y'all some bitch fighters
I make it may weather all year
Still the undeniable doubt me
So I send them My best sinceres
Title me the doomsday emcee
I am the E=MC
Document every Word that I say
Cos this is a scripture for rap history
Without a mystery it is me catch 22
The misery aka the hip hop
Surgical underground to pop rock's
Above the ground to flying in the clouds
Who tryna formulate an equation to bring me
Down
my nouns pound
Feel the action in my verbs
I can take a similie
Make it alliteration
My shit doesn't have to rhyme
For you to understand the conversation
Between me and the mic
Nobody stands in between
Never over looked
Cos I'm over seen
Got vybes like hurricanes
Like over seas never seen
I don't need a screen to be hd
Fuck a race I was born b.e.t
Ahead of the future E.T
Fuck tryna get rich I'm tryna m.p.h
Make poverty history
I don't have tricks like wizardry
I just have bars since fertility til infinity
Infantry artillery like I said before
Me myself an I I'm my own trilogy
This isn't drake they some synergy
Never been charged like me
You can see the electrolytes lighting up
The sky from my eyes
Speaking with my three dimensional lips
Spinning the world on my finger tips
Are You Convinced
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About the Artist
Catch22
Member since August 20 2015