Kainiac - M.O.D. (Mic Of Destiny) lyrics

[Verse: Kainiac] I wasn't raised on the trap, But d** are not a new fact, Getting money is a must and you never look back A gun I will never pack, I got some k** in the bag, Burn away problems real fast no need to kick someones a** See I'm armed with lyrical shells that's leave you derailed I've got no need for a manager cause I manage myself Those shells I spoke on earlier are coming straight from heart, Inspired when I'd blaze playin Mario Cart No need for cars when you've got two limbs to take you far away from Earth kiss the stars no feelin Better every time with every line give it some time, Soon I'm goin shine brighter than the light that blinds I'm, The one who's about to take over the world, The one they always spoke about, Maybe you heard Maybe you didn't but in this next sentence your gonna witness penmanship at it's finest honest I'm hittin supersonic My logic that of a prophet, Something you can't stop it's chronic not benign the Mic Of Destiny is mine I promise Man I'm spittin Bubonic don't rob it cause I will block it there ain't no way your snatchin my flow wit dat hint of Ebonics I swear you'd think it's robotic the way I'm constantly rhyming already told you it's atomic seems you need some reminding Finally getting recognized all those times I fantasized being on stages setting mics ablaze It's my fate know that now more than ever, Severe headers that are jealous think you're cold you haven't seen me melt it Thunderstorms are right behind no shelter you can hide, My rhymes are too elegant measured up to elephant's size I am done playing around, Last time I made some sound I feel I barely lifted off of the ground let's turn that around I'm lifting off the ground barely making sound how you like me now, Give you the mic or should I put it down It's uranium now, My chemical flow so profound Breaking Bad the way I cook up Lyrical Pounds That's my secret recipe, How I put the beats to sleep, After 1, 2, & 3 no mo counting little sheep One of the few that has to perfect what they do, How can I live with myself when I know that I can prove Two years of making music 1 as a student, I can do this shout out to Lewis Lee, He makes some dope music Three times the ease whenever I write these bars daily it's fugazi saying that you hang with me You say to pa** the mic cause, It's not fully functioning, I agree I could hear your speakers struggling Or maybe everything I spit was all too troubling The doors up ahead are finally now opening Move over you are now expecting some new company Few getta say that they were ever really running things Too bad cause it is truly funny that all of these Mainstream rappers getting k**ed by upcoming team Who knew my crew would ever think touch the music scene Oh what a sight to see we all belong on movie screens