Microphone Check by Illegal Substance Lyrics
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
Out the gates with the quickness
Hit the gas, feel my microphone blast
My microphone wrath
As I speed around corners I can't slow down
Throw my body to the ground
Feel the system sound
I’m in the lead and I never look back
Jockey for position as I head down the track
If you're coming close I'll pull ahеad
I only see green and I never see red
I rip thе race track
Like I drop flows on ADATs
How do you do that, I bring that
Intensity, that make MC’s slip
Cause I bent your whole style, then I just flip
Pedal to the floor as I bust another rap
I'll finish the race and take an extra lap
I drink champagne from the trophy cup
I never speed down, I never slow up
[Chorus]
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Can you speed it on down
I can’t slow down
Please stop fuckin' around
I can’t slow down
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Just flip the shit now
I can’t slow down, I can't slow down, I can't slow down/i>
It’s a new wave, oh, I'm in a new zone
Hit the next phase and then I break into my new mode
Push it to the limit, I'm still in it
Grab my microphone, bet
I’m flippin' shit faster, they try to master
My lyrical techniques but they can’t stop me like Napster
I’m droppin' ill lyrics that make you say damn
I throw it in your face cause what I am is what I am
Now I see you coming, I should be gunnin'
But I guess it going down 'cause your mouth is still runnin'
Check your whole style on that bull crap
Then I smoke you on the last lap slice you with my ill rap
Here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear
You're pissing in the wind as I break it into high gear
Take it to the next stretch, verb flex it
The media punks and fakes check it
[Chorus]
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Can you speed it on down
I can’t slow down
Please stop fuckin' around
I can’t slow down
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Just flip the shit now
I can’t slow down, I can't slow down, I can't slow down/i>
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
I set it off, you know it’s on
Down like who?
Like my man Vince Vaughn
Cuttin' suckers off so don’t come wack
'Cause I race the course like a needle on a track
'Cause I'm the MC you love to hate
I come 'til, and I never fluctuate
It will boggle your mind, leave you open for the kill
I tear shit up and I do it at will
Here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear
You're pissing in the wind as I break it into high gear
Take it to the next stretch, verb flex it
The media punks and fakes check it
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
Out the gates with the quickness
Hit the gas, feel my microphone blast
My microphone wrath
As I speed around corners I can't slow down
Throw my body to the ground
Feel the system sound
I’m in the lead and I never look back
Jockey for position as I head down the track
If you're coming close I'll pull ahеad
I only see green and I never see red
I rip thе race track
Like I drop flows on ADATs
How do you do that, I bring that
Intensity, that make MC’s slip
Cause I bent your whole style, then I just flip
Pedal to the floor as I bust another rap
I'll finish the race and take an extra lap
I drink champagne from the trophy cup
I never speed down, I never slow up
[Chorus]
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Can you speed it on down
I can’t slow down
Please stop fuckin' around
I can’t slow down
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Just flip the shit now
I can’t slow down, I can't slow down, I can't slow down/i>
It’s a new wave, oh, I'm in a new zone
Hit the next phase and then I break into my new mode
Push it to the limit, I'm still in it
Grab my microphone, bet
I’m flippin' shit faster, they try to master
My lyrical techniques but they can’t stop me like Napster
I’m droppin' ill lyrics that make you say damn
I throw it in your face cause what I am is what I am
Now I see you coming, I should be gunnin'
But I guess it going down 'cause your mouth is still runnin'
Check your whole style on that bull crap
Then I smoke you on the last lap slice you with my ill rap
Here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear
You're pissing in the wind as I break it into high gear
Take it to the next stretch, verb flex it
The media punks and fakes check it
[Chorus]
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Can you speed it on down
I can’t slow down
Please stop fuckin' around
I can’t slow down
Please slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Would you slow it on up
I can’t slow down
Just flip the shit now
I can’t slow down, I can't slow down, I can't slow down/i>
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
I set it off, you know it’s on
Down like who?
Like my man Vince Vaughn
Cuttin' suckers off so don’t come wack
'Cause I race the course like a needle on a track
'Cause I'm the MC you love to hate
I come 'til, and I never fluctuate
It will boggle your mind, leave you open for the kill
I tear shit up and I do it at will
Here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear
You're pissing in the wind as I break it into high gear
Take it to the next stretch, verb flex it
The media punks and fakes check it
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, microphone check
One, two, tell you what I'm gonna do