Mic Check

Lets Go
Microphone check 1 2, 1 2
So sick that that I got the flu
So quick to rhymes
Creating rhyme stew
On a ripping track by the, sick group
Which is myself, ya know I cause hell
Here's the scoop
A loop goes through my head
When I'm thinking up lyrics
Never stoop to the wack level and I can prove this
Just like Q-Tip, I rap in abstract
Take in my surroundings
Then express myself through that, I'm sounding
Great, make no mistake I elevate
Meditate, sit back because I know that I'm
Gonna levitate way above these other rappers
Thinking that they cool but they never gonna capture
What I'm after, they're all bastards
Thinking that they, could spit it faster
But I just keep going, y'all know that
Even in my past I was ahead of yo ass
I just process it
When it comes through my brain
I know that I'm not stopping
Mind stimulation is near so don't fear
This occasion, rocking the mic like a stone mason
Chasing my pace constantly racing myself
Trying to catch up the the evolution of my pulse
What else it happening
Now I'm coming at ya, better know
You never heard anything, this unique before
So take a peak inside, and reap the ride
Come eye to eye, don't nullify
Your existence is your persistence
So make a difference, don't be a pretense
Stay up on the fence and dance
Fall down, but no broken bones, no chance
A life changing event, that you saw
Thought that you were gonna get out of it
But I'm so cold that I'll, never thaw
So much heat, never will be defeated
I know that I will meet it
When I gotta, go into the battle
Gonna do what I do, I will not skedattle
You acting like a tattle tale
Back in elementary you know that I sent to Be
The sickest, ever, in here, but I, get clever
Our brain are like planets
They're just that big, like a volcano
We just get pissed with all the cortexes
That control our reflexes, playing with a tennis racket
In Texas, against some Mexicans, with a replica
Of Johnny McEnroe's racket ya
Another story for another time
We just love living in a shell
Gotta rhyme

Going to space, hyper speed like Solo
Flying like a Falcon, go for the dolo
With my mic, and my vocals
Skirting the stars through a black hole
Fourth Dimensional rocket ships
Alive in your cortex, you look more vexed
As the hex takes hold
X marks the spot on the map
I'm back to snap my fingers
Like Thanos, let me play some piano
In the Cantina, 8 arms like Alfred Molina