Mic Pro by BlaQman Records Lyrics
[Govinachi: Hook]
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
[Govinachi: Verse 1]
I’m here to turn down ya turnt up, Fly as a dragon in this Game of Thrones, I leave ya man’s burnt up/
Kings without a crown, how I describe you clowns, merked up,--
So much spit you gone drown so my nigga surf’s up//
Me, I just stand up paddle on through the Carnage, Told you in “On Some” that ya rap’s is recycled garbage/
Since I am the Son of Halloween, catch me in black and orange, Darkness be all around me I’ll HOOK EM without a chorus//
Call me a smooth Operator, I’m runnin’ jobs, You niggas ain’t put in work, all about clockin’ off/
Mike Tyson, ya punch out and start biting, white collar but at any given moment I’ll spark lightning//
Straight from Austin Texas where they keep them horns up, ALene Town nigga though, yeah that’s where I was formed up/
Float like a butterfly and sting when we swarm up, Blaqman Droppin’ bombs, WE “B” professionals blowin up//
[Govinachi: Hook]
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
[Katie Tropp: Verse 2]
When you look into my eyes all you see is the truth
I couldn’t tell a fuckin lie even if I wanted to
That’s why when I’m up in the booth
I spit fire, I inspire things you wish you could do
But to compete with me you gotta stay on my level
I stay focused and work hard I don’t ever wanna settle
For bein’ mediocre or tryin’ to embezzle
Someone else’s style I just kill the instrumental
I grab the mic and blow the crowd away
Ain’t nothing fancy or great but I’m all up in your face
The way I like it so come get a taste
Of the Krazy fuckin’ Kracka the realest bitch in this place
I ain’t just talk I always back it up
My actions will speak volumes so turn this shit up
To the highest fuckin level until you cannot stop
I’m gonna make sure that all of you remember Katie Tropp!
[Govinachi: Hook]
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
[Govinachi: Verse 1]
I’m here to turn down ya turnt up, Fly as a dragon in this Game of Thrones, I leave ya man’s burnt up/
Kings without a crown, how I describe you clowns, merked up,--
So much spit you gone drown so my nigga surf’s up//
Me, I just stand up paddle on through the Carnage, Told you in “On Some” that ya rap’s is recycled garbage/
Since I am the Son of Halloween, catch me in black and orange, Darkness be all around me I’ll HOOK EM without a chorus//
Call me a smooth Operator, I’m runnin’ jobs, You niggas ain’t put in work, all about clockin’ off/
Mike Tyson, ya punch out and start biting, white collar but at any given moment I’ll spark lightning//
Straight from Austin Texas where they keep them horns up, ALene Town nigga though, yeah that’s where I was formed up/
Float like a butterfly and sting when we swarm up, Blaqman Droppin’ bombs, WE “B” professionals blowin up//
[Govinachi: Hook]
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
[Katie Tropp: Verse 2]
When you look into my eyes all you see is the truth
I couldn’t tell a fuckin lie even if I wanted to
That’s why when I’m up in the booth
I spit fire, I inspire things you wish you could do
But to compete with me you gotta stay on my level
I stay focused and work hard I don’t ever wanna settle
For bein’ mediocre or tryin’ to embezzle
Someone else’s style I just kill the instrumental
I grab the mic and blow the crowd away
Ain’t nothing fancy or great but I’m all up in your face
The way I like it so come get a taste
Of the Krazy fuckin’ Kracka the realest bitch in this place
I ain’t just talk I always back it up
My actions will speak volumes so turn this shit up
To the highest fuckin level until you cannot stop
I’m gonna make sure that all of you remember Katie Tropp!
[Govinachi: Hook]
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//
Ayye, this is my job my profession, I do it so fluid while some of y’all second guessing/
Lyrically killing, That microphone a weapon, microphone professional this my profession//