Whyte Mtn. - Microphone lyrics

[Verse 1] Everyone wants to be alone on that microphone Grab the cape, be the hero as they take her home Cuz what starts as a calm conversation in the evening Turns into drool, verbal abuse, and heavy breathing Not a single second wasted I’m a clockmaker in a DeLorean in the wrong time zone Damnit! Thought I had the correct calibrations I stand before the tombstone of Hip-Hop in this generation No vocal lessons for these rappers, they have auto-tune You blowing up, but nobody’s cranking the volume Ironic how in the world that’s so expensive We went from Free Tibet to Freemason Now, wake up! Two scoops of sunshine and raisin Cuz once you speak, they’ll shut down your opinion Worse, they’ll sh** on it with an empty bowel f** that, Imma k** U when I buy that vowel 2 gigabyte drive, I see you reached your limit Money on my mind, but I’m able to change the subject But after 2016, can’t ignore the discrepancies An orange xenophob with a small handful of bankruptcies Mein Kampf minded Billions in debt to China Political correctness, grab them by the vagina (woo!) Bullsh** dietitian Middle finger mannerism How ’bout a tall gla** of Vitamin D and optimism? Hmm, enriching Daily dosage of b**hing I grew up with a broken dial on my television So, what is there for you to complain about? Not enough cotton candy and trips on the merry-go-round No more Band-Aids for all the boo-hoo’s and boo-boo’s Shop at Home Depot for rope to tie your noose No roof on your whip, but how about the ceiling? Hang loose, bruhda with a Shaka greeting Broke-a** student, still paying loans Life is a gamble, no wonder we are throwing bones Enter the scenario Scorpio eye-candy from Tokyo Who could bust nuts like pistachios or contribute fel**tios p**y hitting streak looking like DiMaggio’s Fresh boutonniere, Mr. City of the Rose Game changer, play Mahjong with dominos If you don’t already know I’m an immigrant citizen So f** you if you need to see any documents Resort to deportation at the graduation Diplomas handed over, invalid certification Verify identity by pulling out the race card But too damn often I’m stopped by a police car Early morning alarm clocks, I’m tired of the sirens 9 millimeter attachments, I’m tired of the silence Easy come, easy go Broken antennas, won’t tolerate the radio This ain’t no charity case orphanage for whack lyrics Popping laxatives, I still couldn’t give two sh**s Lemme sugar coat my dick and have you taste victory Swish-swash that mouthwash to a sweet memory Of me, envy Whyte mountain