Mic Righteous & Mic Reckless: Fire In the Booth, Pt.4

Yeah, yeah

I'll kill 'em in a verse and in real life

I'll kill 'em so they learn what it feels like

Life's only guarantee is that you will die

Yeah, I'll kill 'em in a verse and in real life

I'll kill 'em so they learn what it feels like

Life's only guarantee is that you'll die

Yeah, I'll kill 'em in a verse and in real life

I'll kill 'em so they learn what it feels like

Life's only guarantee is that you will die

Look, I'll kill 'em in a verse and in real life

I'll kill 'em so they learn what it feels like

Life's only guarantee is that you will die

Said I feel like killing myself, I still might

Said I'm gonna hang at the mic, I'm still Mic

Rottweiler by my side, it will bite

He ain't friendly, ain't been fed in ten weeks

He's like me, he hates feds and MC's

He ain't ate and if the plate is empty

We hunt beef, hey mate, this ain't fresh meat

Rather meet my end and barely make ends meet

If you saw what the bang done to your friend's teeth

You wouldn't be online sayin' shit to offend me

I shouldn't go outside lookin' to find you, but don't tempt me

Seen so much tele in my life, I think I'm ten feet wide

Don't get me like an empty sky

My mind, wide like FBI

Sick of tryna guess what happens to me when we die

Pull up in the blue M3, the black Bentley

The white Rangey, the wife crazy, she got an STi

Pull up shootin' out the passenger and then we drive

Is it really any wonder why they envy Mic?

Don't fall into miserable, call it a mystery

Ballin' with all of my mandem in symmetry

Ballin' for all of my mandem in symmetries

Ballin' for all of you man till infinity

Finna be grabbin' a bag of the piff and the ham

And to camp in the back of your whip and then wait to get back

And attack you again

Am I actually rappin' or havin' a fit? (Perfect)

I think rap is a gift

I'll rap till I'm dead, that's whether I'm rappin' or wrappin' up spliffs

She ratchet, we shaggin', I wrap up the dick

And catchin' a rash, I'm a rationalist

Got raps on my wrist

In case I bump into a rapper I dissed

Ayo Sloth, I finally understand why these rappers are pissed

(Why's that?)

They're actually pricks

I roll like an athlete with holes in my trackie

I roll with a Staffy, you know if I catch you alone in an alley

And in my back pocket I'm holdin' a bally

You know I be anti, I'm smokin' the Cali

It's kosher, no ami, I roll it with 'baccy

Let no one distract me, there's holes in your plannin'

The whole thing is patchy, you wanted to stop me

I'm off in Ducatis

Of in Apache

Wherever I'm off, on the know you won't catch me

So go take a back seat

Gauge is on max pressure

Drakes and black leather

Like my name's Max Teller or Jax Teller

But it ain't

It's the T, the A, the K, the A, the L, the O, the B

The I, the G, the H, the A, the S, the H, the I

And if you can't say the name, say it's Mic

'Cause I put the "Hash" in Takalobighashi

I put the "Lube" in Takalobighashi

I put the lube and smash it in her batty

I put the lube and smash it in her batty, look

They don't like me 'cause I'm movin' all skatty

Don't act like I won't move to man

I got family in Elmley, family on Katbey

Family on Elm street, fam that's a bad dream

I ain't with the chat shit, catfish, I wanna have beef

Hide behind the @ sign, actin' like you're active

You just wanna act deep, hit 'em with a gas-pipe

I smell a gas leak, wanna-wanna fuck 'em up gladly

Naseem with the hand speed, runs in the family

One brother was an athlete, other was a crack fiend

Mother was a trap queen, shame on my surname

Takalobighashi, longer than a-

Old Bill got filth on us

You lay a thumb on any one of us, you will get touched

Fuck debatin', mess with any one of us, I'll cut some faces

Family, even if we ain't blood related

We gon' link up and bun some flavors

Mandem, it's an understatement

Dedicate this to anybody in the scene and it's victims

A sympathetic eyes 'cause I've been one

I provide wisdom, advice and give love

I wish to find some myself, but get none

You talk a tough one on Twitter and Insta

Fuck the internet and the flame shit

Never seen a bitch run so quick, what bitch you spittin' 'bout?

Never mind which one, let's just have a witch hunt

I just wanna spit some lyrics and get my dick sucked

I say it how it is and I'm the sick one?

Ain't gon' be diplomacy if you diss us

Look at you with disgust, ain't no discussin' it

This cutter is this fuckin' big

This ush in your guts, this will get stuck in it

In public

I'll cut you and whoever you comin' with

That's for runnin' with this bitch in case you're wonderin'

I'll cut queues in McDonald's and cut you in front of kids

Blood everywhere, they won't know what to dip nuggets in

That's for thinkin' I'm a prick, I'm sick and McLovin' it

Yeah man, you poppin', but the coffin awaits

Think I can't throw shade on a popular name

You went pop, then got popped at the grate

That's when the plan went pop in your face

And if I see you in the flesh, bet I'm poppin' your chain

When you was in the mirror poppin' your spots

I was top of the chain, top of the charts

Top of the pops

Before you could even hold your head and look at the stars

I was diggin' out the trenches, puttin' in graft

Same trenches you hide in when the bullets come past

You're such a pussy-o, I can even put it in bars

Fuck a diss track, you should just get put on your ass

Stay in your flat, pull up in vans wavin' Iranian flags

Dooset daram

Love to see a pussy-o, poopin' and pissin' his pants

I listen to that

Yeah, I'm takin' the piss and I ain't givin' it back

I don't get tired like the Michelin man

Writing a new verse, killin' a track

And if the truth hurts, fuck it, I'm just spittin' the facts, uh

This is a homicide down on the mic

Oh, you wanna fight? Swear on your life

Spend a day in my mind, you'd be horrified

And if I see you in the flesh, don't apologize

It's a homicide down on the mic

Oh, you wanna fight? Swear on your life

Spend a day in my mind, you'd be horrified

And if I see you in the flesh, don't apologize, yes

Charlie Sloth, the greatest rap-show in the world right now

Bill it, yeah

What's it, bill it, yeah

Bill it, yeah

These bars 'bout to kill it

I know you gon' feel it

You know that I'm stealin' the game

I'm ain't gonna, get out my face

Yo, yo

All my YO's bill it and smoke it in public

Can you feel it? Only roll with the realest

In life I've grown with 'ems and the best lose hope

My bros will go to prison, but there's still no quittin'

When life threw stones, my bros, they played cricket

Stay winnin', class A, still in the game

Get out my face or outer space

You in a powerful range, I don't doubt the flame

And don't doubt the name 'cause it's Mic again

Yeah, I'm back again, yeah, I'm attack again

I changed the game, I changed the name

I lay the name, I lay the name

I said, I lay the name in the concrete

You waste man, you're not deep

Scumbag, give me some Cognac

Flip that, mix that with Guinness and Ribena

Stella and a Strongbow, call it Strongback, it's got a strong kick

Cool it 'ung back

You wanted to box man till you're clocked, man

Now it's lookin' like you don't wanna fight, what's wrong man?

You wanted combat, **** talkin' 'bout long now

I can wave a wand and have you gone away

I'm on this magic top, I got a rabbit in and I can make you vanish

If you want that

You got a bun but you stop man

Got a blunt on me, I'm like what plan?

That's right, that's Mic

Bars and boxes stacked high, your plan just backfired

You don't wanna clash, you'll get dashed in a fat fire

Or we can clash with a live band sat by a camp fire

But you ain't got the will, I can tell from your attire

Lala, you gas like hand dryer

Don't talk, you tell it for me, gossip like you was fourteen

You man bore me tellin' the same old stories

Fuck it, I live it, I love it, the lyric I spun it

I bill it, I bun it, I'm on it, too honest, I'm off the shit

Everyday I'm off the shit

You can't really stop this shit

Know some drillers from the bits

They're gon' really pop the shit

Industry is off the hinge

'Bout to pull it up again

Load it, pop it, what the-

Tell me who the fuck is this?

Don't be chattin' fuckin' shit

On my fuckin' phone again

Interruptin' my sessions, you ain't day one

We ain't bredrens, I don't know you, I don't owe you anything

My circle's smaller than a motherfuckin' wedding ring

I never let a wasteman on this side of the river

Never let a wasteman on this side of the ocean

Never let a wasteman 'round here, no

Got the wasteman antidote, got the wasteman potion

Whoa, go back where you came from, wasteman

Should I spray man, aye man, you a waste man

Got a blaze strapped, blaze strapped to my waistband

You get slayed 'cause you ain't gang, you ain't pay tax

Then wait, wait, wait, wait, we won't pay back

Been eight summers and we never been paid yet

We don't give a fuck about fame or a paycheck

But now we fuckin' comin' for your money like a bailiff

Yeah, I got no patience

You'll be a patient, need cooperation on no operation

You're a non-prick and you don't know

Whenever you're rollin', the crew go home

Always get cropped out in group photos

Only a few can stay true

The rest stuck together like fruit Polos

Wherever you go, you do coco

You do this shit on the low-low

You been snitchin' to the popo

We don't do that shit, we don't condone that

You can walk the plank, I said no, no rats

No, no, no, no, no

Get your whole dome blown back

Let the window roll back

You're a wasteman if you're white, if you're yellow

If you're brown, if you're black, you're all the same

You all get killed, you all a lame

Fuck the game, you call my name

When I'm feelin' the rage, I rip the face of Nicholas Cage

I don't give a fuck

But tell me, is it real enough?

And tell me, is it real enough?

These man don't know the deal enough, I'm really fucked

My brother's in a fuckin' hospital bed right now

The dickhead nearly took an overdose

Can't afford a train home 'cause I'm over broke

Don't know the half, tryna stop me on road for a photograph

And a autograph

Workin' like a robot, that's an auto-graft

Tryna support my six-year old son and a two-year old daughter, dawg

That's where I oughta chart

I could really be fucked with this music shit

I don't really wanna do it no more

Not until I realize my freestyles are fuckin' sick

I freestyled this, just made it up in 5 minutes

Just bunnin' piff in a moto in West Lake

We were drivin' back on a motorway

But doin' 110, that's my bro from days

So don't act like you don't motherfuckin' know the name

Look, don't fear me, love me

And if you fear me, then thank you

'Cause you don't fear me, you fear us

No wasteman near us

Don't fear me, love me

And if you fear me, then thank you

'Cause you don't fear me, you fuckin' fear us

Never let a wasteman near us, no

No wasteman, no waste man

No wasteman near us

No wasteman, no waste man

No wasteman near us

No wasteman, no waste man

No wasteman near us, what

No wasteman, no waste man

No wasteman near us, no