[Verse 1]
2Buck cut the beat, Dialectrix get the speech Obese
Back to release this, pumping the streets
No one can stop it like Muhammad Ali in his peak
Or Michael "MP" Peterson in '73, when it's you
The ones who went and came before this
The ones who paved the way to make this audience
The classic LP's the States recorded
It's classic as the novels of famous authors
Leaving legacies behind with a hungry define
It's the pioneer's influence we come to admire
That fills my lungs full of air, my stomach would fire
That facilitates ambition and courages desire
The dedicated demonstrate I'm in tore predecessors
Set forth with the listen that hits like vendettas
The true trend-setters that make the pen trimmer
It's those who are lead who make me want to rep fresher
[Chorus]
It's you
You're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and hype to the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
You're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and hype to the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
[Verse 2]
I hang like bungee jumpers with up-and-comers
Creating flows tight as budgie smugglers with the force of one-inch punches
Plus amongst us, a new era of rap
Designed to blow the scene up like terror attacks
But I'm saddened to mention the small percentage that lack
The try-hards, tough fronts on malevolent tracks
Self promote a whole night of unprofessional acts
Even my little sister coulda spat fresher than that
When you segregate your name at a sausage fest function
Tryna take more chemicals than Hunter S. Thompson
Insane types posting to forums like critics
You need to grow a dick you immature little bitches
You pull a no bluff, this ain't no card game
Man, you're at your last days as we hold the bar raised
I really can't wait to see your ego partake and get
Crushed like a drunk driver in a car chase
[Chorus]
It's you
You're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and hype to the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
You're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and hype to the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
[Verse 3]
It's the love and the hate that still pumps through my veins
It's the ones I embrace, it's the struggles I face
The buzz from the stage, the ruckus display
The rhymes for the mic that come from this page
Disbelievers to faithfuls, my demons, my angels
The cause of the craziness, the reason I'm stable
Authenticity and cheap imitations
Lies and the truth that I read in the papers
Documentation that breeds inspiration to cop me boom bap to the beat generation
Schizophrenic weather on our global charts
Dictating dollar signs on your code of arms
Those who stand for what they believe like Joan of Ark
Those who sit for what they believe like Rosa Parks
It's the cons, it's the pros, it's my friends, it's my foes
It's the world that I know that'll weave into my flows
[Chorus]
It's you
You're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and hype to the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you
You're the one who puts the mic in my hand
You're the reason for the edge and hype to the jam
From my thoughts to the pad, from the pad to the lab
From the lab to the store for the people to grab
It's you