Microphone
*(Chorus)*
“ON THIS M.I.C”
I’m K.I.N.G.
A.N.D.
Nobody does it like me
“ON THIS M.I.C.”
I spit nothing but the truth
When I’m in that booth
It’s my four walls and a roof
“ON THIS M.I.C.”
I’m K.I.N.G.
A.N.D.
Nobody does it like me
“ON THIS M.I.C.”
I spit nothing but the truth
When I’m in that booth
It’s my four walls and a roof.
*(Verse)*
(Okay it’s me against them other rappers
They say they’ve got bars but they don’t
so I guess I’m the real chocolate wrapper
I’ve got more lines than the cotton sewed on your T-shirt
we just started the race but rappers say their feet hurt
I’m just an underground rapper that wants to succeed
Get it? Underground, wanna suck-a-seed
This microphone is my tool boy I know how to use it
My flow is an ocean, yours is just a jacuzzi
I’m like Mam’ Ruby’s customer, I won’t stop drinking till the fat lady sings
I don’t wear too much bling
I let my smile do the shining
My first words were “dads, mom, son and run”
So I started rhyming
These rappers bite more punches than Mike Tyson’s Tiger
and if you wanna mess with “I” get an eye-liner
I’m sorry but only director’s role
I am the director now boy play your role
My name is “Nasty C”
Reason being is ‘cause I swam in a disgusting beach, now that’s a nasty sea
You can only bring me down if you’re after me
Or below me, so be low and bow down to me.
I’m an animal, this microphone is edible
These other rappers are on their Mr Jackson Samuel
I’m so valuable you can’t put a price on me
I’m Mr Fan-Tastic, NO RICE ON ME (Back to chorus)
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