Microphone Fiend

My third eye realigns while the most high shines
I find time's the worst concept from the divine
You a point five, I'm an eighth to the face
That top-shelf shit that you'd hate to misplace
Your dutch is boatin, I'm floatin on the potent
I'm the commotion, I'm Triton motherfucker
I can control the ocean
I drop bombs like the U.S. and the Russians
Straight poems over percussion nigga that's my form of bustin
Y'all told a black guy that the most high only reps his white side
And that's why, my name is God when I slide
I'm anemic so you know the flow is naturally cold
Delaware river in the winter when it's thirty below
My character? Shit holds more weight than your title
With my liquid sword I strike mics and slice vitals
Trained to reign, use the microphone as a katana
Cut these emcees up so they can't reach their mañana

Guess who's back on the map strapped and ready to attack
Since six flipped the script when I heard that boom bap
Fell in love with the Wu, there was no flyer crew
Played that Pun, Pac & X, that's when the fire grew
It was then that I knew, I was starving for a taste
Had to grip it in my hand, couldn't see it go to waste
Headphones on my ears as I pedaled through the blocks
OG's knew my name, held my own at all the spots
In the back of my mind, it was everywhere I went
Reciting lyrics from the best, not knowing what they meant
Yet and still nonetheless, I felt it in my chest
All I wanted was to rap, I knew that I was blessed
Foraging for beats, pouring porridge for the feasts
Rappers boring me to sleep, every chorus on repeat
Tryna keep it all alive got me rolling in the deep
No gimmicks over here, for the mic I've been a fiend

Analyze the lies you seem displeased in your eyes
You just mad you can't spit pristine like we, Gem & I
Mic fiends till we die, this the scene, no surprise
We demolish with no remorse, you'll bleed through your disguise

Anywhere that I'm inserted bitch I promise proper wordage
Anytime the fiends have heard it, they come running when I'm serving
Lyrically assertive, never suffer from a shortage
Got a million golden bars that stay packed inside the storage

Split riffs so time shifts, I insist we rip spliffs
So I don't go ballistic on dipshits who can't spit

Flip this on these pricks too dumb for slick shit
Y'all quick to jump ship once things get too thick

Came to fuck your brain up call it a sexual lobotomy
Keeping up with emcees the likes of these is an odyssey

We the artists who prefer quality over quantity
Keep that falsity far from me, you rappers are wannabes



Credits
Writer(s): Tanysha Soulia
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