Slightly.Rilee - Pick Up A Mic lyrics

I don't give a f** about your name Pick up a mic Pick up a mic This beat is my type This music will bite This b**h is all hype Just switch off the light And see how I write You can see how I FIGHT Spirit of mike Spirit of mike When I f**ing bite You're ear clean off And ruin the night (Oh) Security shoves the fight And moves that sh** WAY RIGHT I'm a crazy mother f**er and it might Start a riot in this city so sit tight They're robbing that place in daylight Acting like Look at my life Look at my life Nah I don't think so I'm hitting this pipe I don't think I'm all right Just pa** me the mic Ill be the next big thing I'll be the next big hype Just watch what I bring And watch what I write PICK UP A MIC I KNOW YOU CANT STOP ME DRAKE is a GANGSTA Nah I don't think so his REAL NAME IS AUBREY I'm gonna break his neck in one verse and roll his a** all the way back to Degra**i They're sticking to shooting I'm sticking to bombing Look at the explosives that's rigged to the awning Get outta the building the roof will be dropping With the sh** that I spit and the damage its causing So run for ya gun you too scared to be boxing You ain't a real man with that hammer your co*king Lets go one on one lets be done with the talking I don't give a f** I've been used and forgotten Its hard to describe the way that I Am feeling But you can see this bar and the way that its building Will hurt your image so bad it'll affect all of your children I'm full to the brim with talent now its spilling The floor got wet with every drink in the building Too much of a good thing now I feel alcoholic Don't get near me while I empty out my wallet I'm feeling the liquor now and losing all my logic Whoa get ready cause here comes a fight I step in the ring and tee off like mike Like the Cheech and the Chong I'm the guy going strong I'm the guy climbing rocks like a pissed King Kong I'm the one with the problem I think I'm gone I look at my life and can't switch on And so you know If you're reading this its too late I was running through the golden state Smoking cigs and losing weight Paying fines and broke to date That made me work I couldn't wait To pick a mic and know my fate Go Pick up a mic This beat is my type This music will bite This b**h is all hype Just switch off the light And see how I write And know that I don't give a f** that I'm white It's hard to describe the way that I Am feeling But you can see this bar and the way that it is building Will hurt your image so bad it'll affect all of your children I'm so full to the brim with talent now its spilling The floor got wet with every drink that in the building Too much of a good thing now I feel alcoholic Don't get near me while I empty out my wallet I'm feeling the liquor now and losing all my logic