Mic Check

Okay Not okay Definitely not okay (M.O.) Day or night, round the clock I'm feelin' righteous K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set (M.O.) how you feelin'? That's a Mic Check Feelin' fine fucker thanks for asking Stupid rhymes come to mind when the tanks are blastin' If I show love it's real, don't fake the gassin' Peons aren't worth my time, I'll be taking the captain's spot All you subordinate rappers Go ahead, make a box Take out your note taking gear And write down these thoughts Got some material possessions But I'll never worship the shits I've got a winning obsession Y'all with the forfeiting shit I'm proud, see Of my accomplishments Y'all lousy, haven't accomplished shit I demolish life, ya just bombing it This tracks a hot potato and I'm dropping it So keep eatin' your vegetables Hoping you'll grow tall This shit is natural I don't try to show off Every molly you're poppin' I'm poppin' a thermo We both sweat, but I don't trip just Find me a work flow Day or night, round the clock I'm feeling righteous K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked No lie Used to be busted Prolly still am, but now I'm above it Demons down below, motherfuckers get smothered Spent some time with 'em, I've been submerged Spent a lil time clubbin' Looking for somethin' Now I got it cookin' Turn the heat up in the oven To get what I wanted (Tell 'em, tell 'em) I had to trade my comfort They never saw it comin' The way that I emerged If you see ya boy sunburnt Just know that the pain was deserved Show myself to the world That's how I spend every and Each day on this Earth Alright Demons down below, they pop up often Almost put me in front of my pop pop's coffin Make a motherfucker feel like he dropped off fallin' Towards a Bad Place, a Bleak sitch, an obnox caution God damn, I've almost lost it Hold on, a sec I'm pausin' K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set I've built a life from the ground around me A man grown strong from a boy in a cage Now I spend my time making sounds profoundly I fill up my plate, I'm enjoyin' the taste Ov the fruits ov my labor The juice I produce You will choose from the flavors The gruesome, the smooth We can do now or later The truth is you'll chew what I feed you Consume, and if I'm not the dude then Okay K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set We are what we eat, I feast on the elite You must have eaten the weak I eat the knees of bees You drink the pizza grease Think about this, please Are we not responsible for our own individual disease? Day or night, round the clock I'm feeling righteous K to I, double LL I'll leave your life wrecked I slay mics, don't act stupid after my set [M.O.] how you feelin'? That's a Mic Check Feelin' fine, thanks for asking again In my mind, the tanks are blasting again I'll Take My Time, wait for rapture to end I'll pray for light, await the master Amen Say your grace, I'll grace you with my presence I am your Grace, a King you peasant If you wrote down these words, you might have learned a lesson If you've absorbed what you've heard You've received a blessing