Pa**ionate MC - Microphone lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Pa**ionate MC] Too many bodies with no heart So many portraits and landscapes, but no art I'm straight vexed, The Sith Lord With an order 66 for any clique that hates next I hate stress, fake n***as that say ''yes'' And (rapping/wrapping) around you little pricks like Latex Gay press, record industry handing you pay checks f** that, Im grinding from the bottom to the Apex Label execs raping their artists like betrayed s** As if the direction was alright, when it strayed left After my every breath is my paid debt To hold that Mic, I shed blood and break sweat Running from life won't escape d**h But I'm selling Hip Hop a lot more knowing that I'll make less I place threats like I play chess Flawless, and ahead of you by two hundred great steps I think faster, my visual lyrical scenes Outlast your digital screen captures I'm giving you the original re-mastered Critical dreams? Cynical dreams see past it Too many actions don't follow what those preach So many rappers can see the stars, but won't reach This definetely destiny preciously Pleasuring next to me , Yes, it is extasy I see the ingredients of my life's recipe Reckoning ingenius weaponry restlessly Immediate energy streaming excessively Exceeding previous measurings of heating intensity Is leading the tedious legacy, seeded impressively Essentially the devious reason I'm speaking impeccably Too many suns, not enough planets Too many sitting on their a** cause they can't stand it You can't deny the shine of pro status It's the color of light, everybody (knows/nose) white like coke addicts Ain't a rapper want to fight with this Cause I'm the f**ing reason on the Mic exists I'mma rip this track that flips back Like a gifted spaz that hits crack In the pitch black blinding the enviorment with rap You probably think it's a question when I'm saying it's (wwitch/which) craft Too many tell lies like they hide secrets Too many make a promise when they can't keep it You had no choice, I was asked to live Now I can actualize your your dreams with an adjective (PASSIONATE) I trained just to master this What do you know of twelve hours of practising? Battling the conditions without stopping Losing oxygen to the point you knock yourself out unconscious Then waking up back for more, that's what I practice for Hip-hop will never see my pa**ion fall (Nah) I promise it, court is now in session So before you can say my name, you have put ''Your honor'' in I'm bringing the best of rhythms, the lyricism of Judge Dread In my backyard I'll leave a mothaf**ing thug dead Crushed head by the power tools, I'll devour dude Just to give you a new meaning of (bloodshed/blood shed) Not to mention I'm a true nerd Expanding my vocab would call for the invention of new words Superb development of the sk** In utilizing entire English dictionaries at will Mentally, technically I'm sicker than any enemy This century recieving neural therapy electrically Flipping the fastes felony lyrics across this melody And wiping out every memory, by the use of telepathy Defeat the odds when my rhymes flow I could spit a verse that'll turn every African, Albhino Bars I'm reciting for free Yetis got an entire cave dedicated to the sightings of me So picture that in progress Man, I body (rap/wrap) like the mummification process Prospects streamed from from a higher conscious Alligned to my mind designed by extraterrestiral concepts Thus, I'm complex Centered in the convexive content written in context So respect, I demand to have it I worked hard to achieve everything that you were handed f*ggot I'm all of what you should've been I'm Rocky Balboa after Adrian advocated he ''Couldn't win'' Through the tears, through the fears, through the suffering Victirious in the fifteenth round against the Russian ''No pain, no gain'', I'm goin' the distance This very instance to prove any visions can make the globe change To the Golden Age of Hip Hop again And with nothing to lose, I can only opt to win My heart's in this, no one can stop this sh** I'm dropping the exact opposite of the Apocalypse I could eat a bowl of Alpha-bits And sh** out harder lyrics than what you n***as have got to spit The voice of the primetime, from the East Coast With Joey, Joell, and Royce Da 5'9 Monster with the (Inc/Ink) Mike & Sully knows this I even get respect in the west where everybody backs ''Crooked'' like Scoliosis, spitting atrocious, devotions Getting ugly when the brain in my skully is focused For one-hundred bar verses While everybody sleeps, I'm at the drawing board working They wonder why? Well, you'd understand If you were the only dog ''Reading Rainbows'' like LeVar Burton Since you believe '' what comes up, must go down'' Explain to me why I'm in f**ing outterspace floating around