Who Got Da MIC!?
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
My raps, they hardcore, that's facts, and y'all's bore me
When I kick this flavor, you niggas feel it and smell it
Make your seat lift up under your ass just like a 4D movie
I'm 4 deep, moving and blasting away
King Cullen M
Boxing niggas like I'm Cassius Clay
Flash ain't a great, Flash ain't a legend, he average today
Bitch I'm the best, they nap on me like a mattressing place
They tell me stick to R&B
Because apparently the harmony's untouchable
Too bad, because with these raps, I'm too hard for these
Fuck niggas and nah I don't fuck with you
I say fuck pictures, and scream out fuck bitches get the money nigga
It's the simplest math
Add it together and poof, I flip the money a magician with cash
I got many known names, A bandicoot but not Crash
It's Cooper, and of course I'll steal your loot in a flash, with that said
You know I'm on my last leg trampling these trash artists
My catalog lack garbage
It's time for some action, y'all got flash started
Because when I bring that click and clack, y'all my targets
I spark shit
Bout my cabbage like I'm a squash bitch
And I don't squash shit
We beefing like cattle markets
How this nigga heart so light, but pure darkness
I'm fucked up in the head, and this tape ain't even start yet
So listen to this shit I say
Don't fucking argue with a rapper who's been stressing out and MIA
I know you miss the rap general, well here I am to say
Here I am today
Bitch I'm here to stay
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
It's a big stepper party you cannot get in
I'm bench pressing his section then I'm knocking niggas heads
I drop em off the edge, then I'm washing off my hands and now I'm having nightmares
Thoughts coming across my head
I'm sick of this bullshit that y'all niggas pulling out y'all ass
I doubt y'all fast, hit yo nose so hard, It's coming out y'all ass
And on these records
yeah bitch, I'm gifted
I'm Flash for a reason bitch my hands been the swiftest
Any MC you got who thought they had bars bruh
Flash got the mic to rock and rock harder
Will Smith, I am legend and by far the
Greatest nigga to walk through Suffolk since my father
I need reparations and separation from niggas
Because y'all hella hating cause segregation for niggas
And when my thoughts align, it's something like Columbine
I told them it's calling time and I've been waiting to get them
It's my day
Finish this record up on a Friday, and I'll say something like Chucky, fucker it's child's play
I want the beef, don't give a fuck what the cow say
If you gonna leap, then leap
Going to be a wild day
So don't step to me
You've been a bitch
Way before you changed your name from Stephen to Stephanie
Think my last show for sure was probably the death of me
So old Flash
Fuck you nigga
Rest in peace
Just talked juice, he asked if I'm on
Stuck on this stool and rap like I'm God
Not going to lose to y'all, y'all hot garb
Y'all know the answer to that by far
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Yeah, I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Come on, I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Yeah, I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Let's go
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
My raps, they hardcore, that's facts, and y'all's bore me
When I kick this flavor, you niggas feel it and smell it
Make your seat lift up under your ass just like a 4D movie
I'm 4 deep, moving and blasting away
King Cullen M
Boxing niggas like I'm Cassius Clay
Flash ain't a great, Flash ain't a legend, he average today
Bitch I'm the best, they nap on me like a mattressing place
They tell me stick to R&B
Because apparently the harmony's untouchable
Too bad, because with these raps, I'm too hard for these
Fuck niggas and nah I don't fuck with you
I say fuck pictures, and scream out fuck bitches get the money nigga
It's the simplest math
Add it together and poof, I flip the money a magician with cash
I got many known names, A bandicoot but not Crash
It's Cooper, and of course I'll steal your loot in a flash, with that said
You know I'm on my last leg trampling these trash artists
My catalog lack garbage
It's time for some action, y'all got flash started
Because when I bring that click and clack, y'all my targets
I spark shit
Bout my cabbage like I'm a squash bitch
And I don't squash shit
We beefing like cattle markets
How this nigga heart so light, but pure darkness
I'm fucked up in the head, and this tape ain't even start yet
So listen to this shit I say
Don't fucking argue with a rapper who's been stressing out and MIA
I know you miss the rap general, well here I am to say
Here I am today
Bitch I'm here to stay
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
It's a big stepper party you cannot get in
I'm bench pressing his section then I'm knocking niggas heads
I drop em off the edge, then I'm washing off my hands and now I'm having nightmares
Thoughts coming across my head
I'm sick of this bullshit that y'all niggas pulling out y'all ass
I doubt y'all fast, hit yo nose so hard, It's coming out y'all ass
And on these records
yeah bitch, I'm gifted
I'm Flash for a reason bitch my hands been the swiftest
Any MC you got who thought they had bars bruh
Flash got the mic to rock and rock harder
Will Smith, I am legend and by far the
Greatest nigga to walk through Suffolk since my father
I need reparations and separation from niggas
Because y'all hella hating cause segregation for niggas
And when my thoughts align, it's something like Columbine
I told them it's calling time and I've been waiting to get them
It's my day
Finish this record up on a Friday, and I'll say something like Chucky, fucker it's child's play
I want the beef, don't give a fuck what the cow say
If you gonna leap, then leap
Going to be a wild day
So don't step to me
You've been a bitch
Way before you changed your name from Stephen to Stephanie
Think my last show for sure was probably the death of me
So old Flash
Fuck you nigga
Rest in peace
Just talked juice, he asked if I'm on
Stuck on this stool and rap like I'm God
Not going to lose to y'all, y'all hot garb
Y'all know the answer to that by far
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Yeah, I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Come on, I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Yeah, I said, who got the mic to rock and rock hard
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Rashaun Brown
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