[Intro]
The B.M.X. Black Man Experience
Building pyramids
Check it out
[Chorus]
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it’s drawing me
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it's all I see
[Verse 1]
Black youth could tell how I’m teachin' where I hail from, what region
You know it's Eastern, now I'm releasin', why question
Don't ask me questions 'bout these other mic contestants
Well I'ma tell you, other than I rock them like Led Zeppelin
’Cause minds get blown when my style is shown
Presented I walk this shit like a pig I let it roam
I bark through this microphone, give you a warning
Kill the performance on this sound recording
No soloist, no group, no man is all-important
So I toast bi-coastal
On time delivery reach every spot like the Postal Service
This rhyme addict, I’m a herbalist
I take your brain style and burn it
And see, it's only God who I worship
As I walk the Earth’s surface, I heat it like a furnace
My name learn it, B.M.X. to keep it brief
And understand I free [?] chief
[Chorus]
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it's drawing me
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it’s all I see
[Verse 2]
Come build with this brother, lyric constructor
I'm knockin' poetics like Ursula Rucker
Don't like what I utter, man fuck you
See understand I love this, so I'm never reluctant
To drop some suckers on your suck-up friends
For your late night sessions when you blunted, you bump this
Reach into the front seat tapped the driver like "Hey pump this"
"Where'd you get this? I want this"
I'm not even present but you feel my presence
Your city's haunted
My sound is ethical, I get technical
When I teach from the manual on some bullshit
I talk trueness but can't [?]
'Cause I know strangler chose the M-I-C
I just wanna help your third eye see
Me, the rhyme crafter, the wisdom master
Broadcaster of this mic discussion that you trust in
The B.M.X
[Chorus]
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it's drawing me
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it's all I see
[Verse 3]
No doubt I do this for the money (For the money, for the money)
I want that personal, financial, capital gain
But what could I gain and claim?
What type of fame from exploiting black tragedy to generate a salary
That whole strategy is blasphemy
That's rap you see, that's killing black family
So understand me, I present militant
'Cause truly non-blacks just love nigga shit
But that's the silliness
So I keep my minds compass correct to get me through the wilderness
Sit back and build a bit so I can keep giving stimulus
Teach like the 5% but still pay rent
And as my sound trembles through the pavement
I drop statements that frees your enslavement
In the midst of all these made men I share these
I give you the black alternative like Dionne Farris
I'm out
[Chorus]
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it's drawing me
Microphone microphone, it's calling me
Microphone microphone, it's all I see
[Outro]
Microphone microphone, it's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see
It's all I see