Mic Check by Saf Man Lyrics
Mic check
While you find a beat you might wreck
Im finna work it out just like a bicep
Hit the booth cook it up and i ain't talking bout the pyrex
These haters say fuck me i beat em up and climax
You soft like water in a mr noodle
You’d shit your culo if i popped up toaster strudel
Then me and your chick gunna kick it judo
I ain't plain you better drop the deck uno
Gift wrap a hater with a bow like a neckless
Cut you from your chest to your jaw and leave you neck less
Fucking all these bitches hard i leave em breathless
When i finish ima take more your gunna take less
Can i get a
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Ay yo killing it why the fuck you wanna play tho
You 5 years old and trying to play me like play doe
I told you this before but i ain't stable
Even if my car had a couple horses i still ain’t stable
And i can quote my self because im the president of maple
Sell you like prostitution
And put you on a label
Ain't no body wanna see your face at the table
Im live from the booth i just hook it up like cable
Then i double tap the mic
When i lay first breath you can say sudden death
Im breaking bad in the booth its like im cooking meth
I just turn this thing on and mic check
Can i get a
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
You have to get high to this like the weekend and the next
Can i get mic check if you fucking with the best
That heart pounding you can feel it in your chest
As long as im unsigned im like a treasure in a chest
Im ballin something like mic
Put-on that nas before i wright
Get the pen get the paper make that shit pop like sprite
Hit the booth spit the truth and i get it right
Numbies in my mouth no feeling when i speak
So when i spit on the beat
It'll stop your heart
And thats how i make all these haters depart (ed)
Young s a (F)
Going hard from the day that we start (ed)
Can i get a
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Mic Check
While you find a beat you might wreck
Im finna work it out just like a bicep
Hit the booth cook it up and i ain't talking bout the pyrex
These haters say fuck me i beat em up and climax
You soft like water in a mr noodle
You’d shit your culo if i popped up toaster strudel
Then me and your chick gunna kick it judo
I ain't plain you better drop the deck uno
Gift wrap a hater with a bow like a neckless
Cut you from your chest to your jaw and leave you neck less
Fucking all these bitches hard i leave em breathless
When i finish ima take more your gunna take less
Can i get a
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Ay yo killing it why the fuck you wanna play tho
You 5 years old and trying to play me like play doe
I told you this before but i ain't stable
Even if my car had a couple horses i still ain’t stable
And i can quote my self because im the president of maple
Sell you like prostitution
And put you on a label
Ain't no body wanna see your face at the table
Im live from the booth i just hook it up like cable
Then i double tap the mic
When i lay first breath you can say sudden death
Im breaking bad in the booth its like im cooking meth
I just turn this thing on and mic check
Can i get a
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
You have to get high to this like the weekend and the next
Can i get mic check if you fucking with the best
That heart pounding you can feel it in your chest
As long as im unsigned im like a treasure in a chest
Im ballin something like mic
Put-on that nas before i wright
Get the pen get the paper make that shit pop like sprite
Hit the booth spit the truth and i get it right
Numbies in my mouth no feeling when i speak
So when i spit on the beat
It'll stop your heart
And thats how i make all these haters depart (ed)
Young s a (F)
Going hard from the day that we start (ed)
Can i get a
Mic check
Mic Check
Can i get
Mic check
Mic Check