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Mic Cheque
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mic Cheque was released on December 11, 2020 by 883697 Records DK as a part of the album Reality Cheque
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Release DateDecember 11, 2020
Label883697 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Bundschuh
Will Bundschuh
Songwriter
Samuel Owen Hooper-Clark
Samuel Owen Hooper-Clark
Songwriter

Lyrics

Microphone check
Check, check
Microphone check
Check, check
Microphone check
Check, check
Reality... (yeah)
Yo, just popped a capsule
Put me on my ass seeing patterns like Picasso
Heart is beating fast, feeling dizzy like Rascal
Hope this doesn’t last ‘cause this isn't what I asked for
Might just be the best though
Man fuck class, we should cut, cut last, bro
We ain't gonna last we can puff, puff pass though
Packing the heat, like Fidel Castro
You are what you eat, explains why you're an asshole
Tryna count my cashflow, that's like watching grass grow
That don't mean it's lots homie, that means that it's mad slow
Itchy palms got me thinking that it's rational to be the local loco kid with hopes to go national
Barely present cause my presence ain't a present for my parents
It's apparent, can't bear it like The Revenant
Show up at your residence
Took us in and bed us but you never shoulda let us in
Cause then we took your lettuce went and spent it on some better shit
Take it you don’t get it, that's the current state my head is in
Seventh of the deadly sins
Heaven sent, it’s evident, my words are the evidence
My future's looking dim but I got ideas like Edison
Fuck class bro I'm out on recess
Working on my craft, but I had to reset
Enjoy it while it lasts, boy I'm having a blast
‘Cause I still ain't fuckin’ cash my reality cheque (yuh)
Fuck class bro I'm out on recess
Working on my craft, but I had to reset
Enjoy it while it lasts, boy I'm having a blast
‘Cause I still ain't fuckin’ cash my reality cheque (yuh)
Feelin’ low but never said it
‘Cause I know it's just pathetic
But once it gets embedded in my head I don’t forget it
All these thoughts that I dreaded down the lot
I regret it when there's drought
Gimme credit I won't stop 'till I get it
If the tops where I'm headed, I gotta know where bottom is
Signing up for meetings at Fucked Up Anonymous
I'll tell you what the problem is, I don't know what my problem is
Say I'm done trippin’ then I slip and break my promises
My momma's pissed ‘cause I refuse to study up on colleges
Plus she found my glass drug stash like a pharmacist
This is just a way for me to face the demons chasing me
Faithfully, an atheist, don't waste your breath and pray for me (uh)
So basically, acting like I'm in the place to be
Acting like I'm working patiently when really my head in a vacancy
Abuse the booze to deal with the blues, use every excuse from A to Z
You’d refuse to walk in these shoes, got nothing to lose, so fuck it I choose
To walk along this path as if it’s my only trail
And hopefully, feel whole when I’m holding the holy grail
And if the water’s bitter, consider what if I had bailed?
Weigh the pros and cons, gotta think on a bigger scale now
Fuck class bro I'm out on recess
Working on my craft, but I had to reset
Enjoy it while it lasts, boy I'm having a blast
‘Cause I still ain't fuckin’ cash my reality cheque (yuh)
Fuck class bro I'm out on recess
Working on my craft, but I had to reset
Enjoy it while it lasts, boy I'm having a blast
‘Cause I still ain't fuckin’ cash my reality cheque (yuh)
Fuck…
Fuck!
Written by: Samuel Owen Hooper-Clark, Will Bundschuh
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