Mic Fiends

 

 

It's time, to bend the mic and space

Step and front to make a threat and you could get your life displaced

I leave no trace when I come to blaze your face with heat

 

running-under-the-gutters-lookin-discreet

I'm-sicker-than-demons-rippin-the-trees-in spinning-em-into-the-weave

Rumaging-into-your-sheets, and I'm leavin

Peace, believe me Ima freak of nature

I can speak with slang or greet ya on the streets with heat and flavor

I'll attempt to meet ya later, but you can't please a hater.

Beats a vapor and I'm handing out tips like a decent waiter,

 

That's true hip-hop sound.

Don't mind me

I neglect music you can follow blindly

So get behind me

 

 

 

I'm cruisin downstream on an extreme pathway

You feelin my way you can come meet halfway

 

It's a speedway, a rough lane, a blunt game that each day

snatches your freedoms and eats up our leeway

 

 

 

 

 

Yo I'm facin enemies thats clownin like a sea anemone