Lights out
Let's get it started I'm cold hearted
On everything track that I beat slow
Dearly departed
Highly regarded assassin when my pen's ajar
Broken bones and ruptured spleen this murder regardless
I gain aggression when I'm kicking these lessons
Profession of a Wordsmith
Pay attention
These niggas always riding they wave
Who are they kidding
When I stay hungry
Locked in for days
Up in the kitchen they fear he
When the flow hotter than the Vegas summer
Flexin over these beats understand the plunder
Now they wonder what type of shit that I got them under
Specialist blessed with these bars ratchet up the Gunna
F*ck all that you heard
I want all the smoke
Place a bet on your homie
Bet you go broke
Kill the jokes
Watch em all choke
Pass the peanut butter
Papa Doc flash in their head & now they Joe stutter
Sweep em off of the stage like I'm the Sandman
Got the club nodding their head like I was Bam-Bam
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
All I care about is these hits on the ones & twos
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how niggas do
Mic Check
Flava your ears when I come through
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how these niggas do
I'm still chilling why the plot thickens Constantly making moves while the clocks ticking
Who you trying to confuse
Out of your mind stupid
Wondering why these crab ass niggas at the bottom recouping
I guess they haven't learned their lesson yet
On how these industry niggas willing to cut a check
Just to paint your image while you thinking respect
Looking like a court ass jester
Life full of regret
Took long enough to make it here
But on my terms ain't no slave here
I control my shit
Yes I am the master
Orange glow Bruce Leroy while I'm killing these Trappers
Slash actors fronting through their existence
Niggas that knew em well are quick to give up position
Now they stand assed out
Without a doubt or hung jury
I'll play the bailiff
I'm King James showing no mercy
Steady driving the line
Watch me hawk on em
Stank face leaving the scene cause I stay shitting on em
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
All I care about is these hits on the ones & twos
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how niggas do
Mic Check
Flava your ears when I come through
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how these niggas do
RichFraz - Mic Check Lyrics
RichFraz - Mic Check Lyrics
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Lights out
Let's get it started I'm cold hearted
On everything track that I beat slow
Dearly departed
Highly regarded assassin when my pen's ajar
Broken bones and ruptured spleen this murder regardless
I gain aggression when I'm kicking these lessons
Profession of a Wordsmith
Pay attention
These niggas always riding they wave
Who are they kidding
When I stay hungry
Locked in for days
Up in the kitchen they fear he
When the flow hotter than the Vegas summer
Flexin over these beats understand the plunder
Now they wonder what type of shit that I got them under
Specialist blessed with these bars ratchet up the Gunna
F*ck all that you heard
I want all the smoke
Place a bet on your homie
Bet you go broke
Kill the jokes
Watch em all choke
Pass the peanut butter
Papa Doc flash in their head & now they Joe stutter
Sweep em off of the stage like I'm the Sandman
Got the club nodding their head like I was Bam-Bam
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
All I care about is these hits on the ones & twos
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how niggas do
Mic Check
Flava your ears when I come through
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how these niggas do
I'm still chilling why the plot thickens Constantly making moves while the clocks ticking
Who you trying to confuse
Out of your mind stupid
Wondering why these crab ass niggas at the bottom recouping
I guess they haven't learned their lesson yet
On how these industry niggas willing to cut a check
Just to paint your image while you thinking respect
Looking like a court ass jester
Life full of regret
Took long enough to make it here
But on my terms ain't no slave here
I control my shit
Yes I am the master
Orange glow Bruce Leroy while I'm killing these Trappers
Slash actors fronting through their existence
Niggas that knew em well are quick to give up position
Now they stand assed out
Without a doubt or hung jury
I'll play the bailiff
I'm King James showing no mercy
Steady driving the line
Watch me hawk on em
Stank face leaving the scene cause I stay shitting on em
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
All I care about is these hits on the ones & twos
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how niggas do
Mic Check
Flava your ears when I come through
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how these niggas do
Let's get it started I'm cold hearted
On everything track that I beat slow
Dearly departed
Highly regarded assassin when my pen's ajar
Broken bones and ruptured spleen this murder regardless
I gain aggression when I'm kicking these lessons
Profession of a Wordsmith
Pay attention
These niggas always riding they wave
Who are they kidding
When I stay hungry
Locked in for days
Up in the kitchen they fear he
When the flow hotter than the Vegas summer
Flexin over these beats understand the plunder
Now they wonder what type of shit that I got them under
Specialist blessed with these bars ratchet up the Gunna
F*ck all that you heard
I want all the smoke
Place a bet on your homie
Bet you go broke
Kill the jokes
Watch em all choke
Pass the peanut butter
Papa Doc flash in their head & now they Joe stutter
Sweep em off of the stage like I'm the Sandman
Got the club nodding their head like I was Bam-Bam
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
All I care about is these hits on the ones & twos
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how niggas do
Mic Check
Flava your ears when I come through
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how these niggas do
I'm still chilling why the plot thickens Constantly making moves while the clocks ticking
Who you trying to confuse
Out of your mind stupid
Wondering why these crab ass niggas at the bottom recouping
I guess they haven't learned their lesson yet
On how these industry niggas willing to cut a check
Just to paint your image while you thinking respect
Looking like a court ass jester
Life full of regret
Took long enough to make it here
But on my terms ain't no slave here
I control my shit
Yes I am the master
Orange glow Bruce Leroy while I'm killing these Trappers
Slash actors fronting through their existence
Niggas that knew em well are quick to give up position
Now they stand assed out
Without a doubt or hung jury
I'll play the bailiff
I'm King James showing no mercy
Steady driving the line
Watch me hawk on em
Stank face leaving the scene cause I stay shitting on em
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
All I care about is these hits on the ones & twos
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how niggas do
Mic Check
Flava your ears when I come through
Never giving a f*ck on how these niggas move
Mic Check
Lyrical shit
That's how these niggas do
Writer: RICHARD FRAZIER, TYREE BOYD
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave