Mic Check
Title | Mic Check |
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Artist | Re-Up Gang |
Album | We Got It 4 Cheap, Vol. 2 |
Release Date | 2005 |
Description | From their We Got It 4 Cheap Vol. 2, the Re-Up Gang rhymes over Juelz Santana’s “Mic Check”. Also, here are a few of the seeds of the Pusha T-Lil Wayne rivalry. |
Lyrics | [Verse One: Ab-Liva] Welcome to the Black Card Era, much clearer Obvious like the man in the mirror The bars been raised, the laws are laid, the guns are drawn With ten paces on the pivot, nigga, one shall fall And one shall crawl to the top while screaming like King Kong Among the chosen, the few, the list is not long I sketch my life, my music, my wrist is not far From Rembrandt to Van Gogh to Michelangelo I came, I saw, I conquered, the bliss is not far; Remove the top is all, follow mist on that car The wingspan is touched down, the doors are ajar The King's Hand is blushed now, scoring from afar Was torn, I weather the storm, I said, "I'm on" Then re-evaluated, we thought, we merged reborn My swag, my form, my crown hat is worn The black o' dawn, the crack is warm, and the track is formed, it's Liva [Verse Two: Pusha T] Pharmaceuticals brought me charm like the jewellers' jewels Squares of ice shed light like the Rubix cube I get it mixed up, red with the blues Now she all mixed up, admiring the hues Four years later, niggas admiring the shoes BAPE, you're late, we call you Tokyo buffoons The stylist admire us, look at how ya groove Keep running to SoHo, them exclusives in my room Niggas is biters, we let you slide with your writings We knew that cocaine talk was not like you But who goes as far as trying to dress like him? One sequined glove could never make you Michael! I moonwalk over tracks and make niggas spiteful But never hear a word 'cause them niggas know That my flow so viper and if Pusha go psycho He'll séance that pen and pull your spirit up out ya, P [Verse Three: Malice] I'm so literary with it, you can tell how I write The boy's such an author, I should smoke a pipe Rockin' the ascot, the coupe with the glass top 17 inch rims, making the ass drop I was in the spot from the First to the Fifth With a mean comeback like the Return of the Sith! Like riding a bike, never you forget Still I Got It 4 Cheap whether you smoke or you sniff The gift or the curse and vice versa? To remove me off that Horse takes more than a merger During that hiatus, I was with the natives Then back to the States, pass along the savings Put it in the street, catering to cravings Like the Second Coming, got the fans awaiting Victory is sweet, even amongst the hating Find me on that beach, island on the Caymans You might also like[Verse Four: Sandman] Dear Lord, please take the wackness out of rapping Give them something to practice, don’t let them see action Amen, say Him, say that nigga is such fire Firing forward in force, the source is higher God in my mind, got in my mind Invisible pen, distribute the phlegm, to get it to Zen And: we killing com-pe-ti-tion And: I buy the pocket with him, I blakka blakka with Jin! Friend? I have none, just family, you see us Cannons, they seize up, them Re-Up Gang members, them same niggas That watch you play Musafa, make you King Simba Fire in the hole, you cold, your flame simmers Out, can you stand to rain niggas? We’ll see Until then, my hat red, my P white Sitting on a big Benz dash under the streetlight |