Mic Check
There's some people out there that are gonna mistake my confidence for arrogance
But, uh, I don't give a fuck
One, two, check. Ay, ay, microphone check
Uh, uh, a microphone check. Yeah, yeah, a microphone check
Mic check, one, two, one, two, yeah
I gotta be real, I'm not a saint, I sin dog
Label me illegal, crossing borders, fuck your damn walls
Travel with my people in a pack, homie, we ten strong
Call me a wetback and that's exactly when I check jaws
Momma payed Coyote's a couple racks for the send-off
She called it investing in the future for the best odds
Soy mexicano, güerito y tapatío de Jalisco
Soy listo con el estilo, puro latin lingo
Y suavecito mi ritmo cuando les digo y les explico con mi hocico que soy el mero, mero chingón
Kid Frost said I'm a microphone killer
Delinquent habits called and said, ILL ZakieL's the illest, no one's iller
El mata palabras, mi boca es pistola, escupiendo las balas
O puede ser que mi lengua es una espada
Y los que tratan de llegar a este nivel se estancan y siempre fallan
Para nada, nunca nos alcanzan
Mic check, one, two, one, two
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Mic check, one, two, one, two
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Bitch, please, get up off these NUTs
Whack MCs, can't compete with Nevada's Latin beast
I double LZ, illest killer on the scene
I be stacking up my green with immaculate rhyme schemes
Reaching levels never seen, flowing like some kerosene
I ignite it like the fire, soy el fuego on the beat
Unsigned, it ain't no hype, they bump el guero in the streets
I'm the truth, estilo mexica, rep till I'm deceased
Soy el mata micrófonos, top dog como no
This is my house, ride with me like a mobile home
Spread the ill shit, coast to coast, on the open road
Flow is so dope, they overdose, I leave them comatose
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
The return of the lyrical chupacabra
Spittin' palabras, raw and fluid
Like eating some beef que todavía sangra
Spittin' llamas hot enough to turn into carne asada
Fuego para quemar el micrófono
Para fumar it like marijuana smokin' like a rasta
Respirando ganja, fire-breathing monsta
I'm a motherfuckin' problem from Guadalajara to Nevada
Sendin' shouts to my people across the globe who's supportin' my camaradas
When it comes to this rappin', I'm like a dragon spittin' passion
Fire that burns inside, spray it all on the track
Colossal just like the Kraken
But ain't no Perseus out there that you could summon to stop me
cause I will thrash him
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Me la pelan güey
Here we go
Pound for pound
ILL ZakieL
Is the illest who ever lived
Ain't nobody iller
Fuck you, man
Get the fuck outta here, because I'm gonna fuck you up right now, motherfucker
But, uh, I don't give a fuck
One, two, check. Ay, ay, microphone check
Uh, uh, a microphone check. Yeah, yeah, a microphone check
Mic check, one, two, one, two, yeah
I gotta be real, I'm not a saint, I sin dog
Label me illegal, crossing borders, fuck your damn walls
Travel with my people in a pack, homie, we ten strong
Call me a wetback and that's exactly when I check jaws
Momma payed Coyote's a couple racks for the send-off
She called it investing in the future for the best odds
Soy mexicano, güerito y tapatío de Jalisco
Soy listo con el estilo, puro latin lingo
Y suavecito mi ritmo cuando les digo y les explico con mi hocico que soy el mero, mero chingón
Kid Frost said I'm a microphone killer
Delinquent habits called and said, ILL ZakieL's the illest, no one's iller
El mata palabras, mi boca es pistola, escupiendo las balas
O puede ser que mi lengua es una espada
Y los que tratan de llegar a este nivel se estancan y siempre fallan
Para nada, nunca nos alcanzan
Mic check, one, two, one, two
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Mic check, one, two, one, two
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Bitch, please, get up off these NUTs
Whack MCs, can't compete with Nevada's Latin beast
I double LZ, illest killer on the scene
I be stacking up my green with immaculate rhyme schemes
Reaching levels never seen, flowing like some kerosene
I ignite it like the fire, soy el fuego on the beat
Unsigned, it ain't no hype, they bump el guero in the streets
I'm the truth, estilo mexica, rep till I'm deceased
Soy el mata micrófonos, top dog como no
This is my house, ride with me like a mobile home
Spread the ill shit, coast to coast, on the open road
Flow is so dope, they overdose, I leave them comatose
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
The return of the lyrical chupacabra
Spittin' palabras, raw and fluid
Like eating some beef que todavía sangra
Spittin' llamas hot enough to turn into carne asada
Fuego para quemar el micrófono
Para fumar it like marijuana smokin' like a rasta
Respirando ganja, fire-breathing monsta
I'm a motherfuckin' problem from Guadalajara to Nevada
Sendin' shouts to my people across the globe who's supportin' my camaradas
When it comes to this rappin', I'm like a dragon spittin' passion
Fire that burns inside, spray it all on the track
Colossal just like the Kraken
But ain't no Perseus out there that you could summon to stop me
cause I will thrash him
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Mic check, 1-2-1-2
Insane in the brain, a couple screws gone loose
Mentally ill, I'm the illest. What is you gon' do
I be ready to decapitate your whole damn crew
Me la pelan güey
Here we go
Pound for pound
ILL ZakieL
Is the illest who ever lived
Ain't nobody iller
Fuck you, man
Get the fuck outta here, because I'm gonna fuck you up right now, motherfucker
Credits
Writer(s): Roberto Sánchez
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