Mic Check 1-2

By Kano

On Home Sweet Home

Released on June 27, 2005

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[Verse 1]

I couldn't give a fuck about your reputation

I'm the star on the top like Christmas decorations

And me merking you right now that's my estimation

Dedication plus patience equals elevation

Get your voice on any station

Why you waiting?

Why waste time debating, fucking around and raving?

Late nights I'm in the studio slaving

Eight nights a week, too many days in

That's when you see me with a beard, fuck shaving

I'm tired of rhyming but I am a

Pain in the backside, your plan backfired

You can look up anyone that's tried

They can't merk me, never that, that's right

It's not that season nor that time

I ain't boasting but I am that tight

So shut your noise and gimme that mic

Heard the beat, I was like, "Gimme that, Mike"

And I wrote some fucked lyrics that night

I'm on point, no falling behind

It's all in the music, it's all in the mind

What you call it, garage?

What you call it, grime?

Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine

But rhyme-wise I got a short order of mine

Doogz, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto

These have got new flows all of the time


[Chorus]

Testing

Mic check, one, two

So-and-so called your name

So? What's new?

Fuck him

Fuck them, fuck you

If they want to clash me I would love to


[Post-Chorus]

Hello, who is this? Who are you?

There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof

Shut up! What, now? What crew? What, Nasty?

Nah

Fuck you!


[Verse 2]

My flow's big, big, big, I spit hits, kid

Big tings, rude-boi I'm done with this shit

Quick, quick, quick - the shit click click

And I'll be like, "Smith, put the stick to his ribs"

He's rich, rich, rich - take that shit

You win some, you lose some, son

The life is a bitch bitch bitch - ain't that a bitch?

Oh well, bad luck - piss, piss, piss

I was born to be rich

Santa knows I had money on my Christmas list

And when you get some comes chicks

Then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss

"Hi - hug kiss, kiss" that's how they greet me

All because I flow ill like a sickness

I'm a sick kid, but when I spit hot shit

I'm on fire, but I'm a big blitz


[Chorus]

Testing

Mic check, one, two

So-and-so called your name

So? What's new?

Fuck him

Fuck them, fuck you

If they want to clash me I would love to


[Post-Chorus]

Hello, who is this? Who are you?

There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof

Shut up! What, now? What crew? What, Nasty?

Nah

Fuck you!


[Instrumental Outro]