ProVerb - Microphone Sweet Home lyrics

Yo, Aiyo it's no coincidence that my album is dropping on March 4th/ cause I'm a Soldier and that is the day that I march forth/ to start war bringing the Hardcore into this art form/ using the mic as a dart industry is my dartboard/ my Heart pours for anybody who wants to beef/ you have a soul of a shoe that is Cheap get used to defeat/ I spit so many rhymes I leave you with a bruise on a Cheek/ Like Sthetescope on boards of production you get a good beat/ The hood Speaks through me/ with the live volume of Tumi/ I drop knowledge Buying my Album is like paying school fees/ so take notes while I tutor emcees/ Once you Put the cd in, take a look at the sleeve it's a book read/ it took me, long Like a Bout with Tyson no doubt/ the heavy weight bites but it was finally knocked Out/ and dropped down when it knocked ground/ Evander Holyfield of this Rap but my wait stops now/ Hook: You might've known I been gone, but I'm finally back Microphone sweet home Here to recite a poem with beats on, and it's way beyond rap Microphone sweet home V2 I've learnt survival like soldiers do/ been trying to grow its true/ tightening flows By spending time in the vocal booth/ in my writing I spoke the truth/ like I'm Supposed to do/ now its undeniable my arrival is overdue/ in it with whole mind Body spirit and soul/ never needed a gimmick to blow just lyrics and flow/ if There were rap Olympics I would go/ and enter freestyles written and both/ and I'm guaranteed on lifting the gold/ No longer freestyle off the top of the head/ Now I freestyle off the top of the heart that's why I forgot what I said/ I got it On locked like a dread/ I been waiting to rock for the heads/ I lost patience Like hospital beds/ haters will runback/ P.R.O's making a comeback/ an athlete In the starting block waiting to run track/ and take lead in the front pack/ I been On my marks I got ready just waiting for the gun clap/ Hook: You might've known I been gone, but I'm finally back Microphone sweet home Here to recite a poem with beats on, and it's way beyond rap Microphone sweet home V3 Look Letter was all that/ but I got tracks with better formats/ you should've Known the heat was coming like a weather forecast/ I never been one hit wonder And that's for a fact/ unless you're talking 'bout when I tap and never call back/ It's way beyond a hook and a rhyme/ look and you'll find/ I'm bringing library Of rhymes a book at a time/ words were carefully chosen that's why took so Much time/ the patience of a fisherman to get you hooked on a line/ you see Picking the right words/ and spitting a tight verse/ is just tip of the iceberg/ listen To my work/ this kid is a mic burner/ more hits than Ike turner/ like the sun I had To rise to enlighten the world/ I breathe songs with beats on/ even on my birth Certificate reads he was born to speak poems/ Like Madiba it's been a long Walk to freedom/ but I'm finally here, Microphone sweet home.. Hook: You might've known I been gone, but I'm finally back Microphone sweet home Here to recite a poem with beats on, and it's way beyond rap Microphone sweet home