Mic It

[Intro] Yeah, I am the baddest rapper known, You're got damn right Ayy, change the key You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' (Let me slide up in here) They don't like it, they don't like it They don't like it, they don't like it (That's better) Beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' They don't like when I decide to mic it You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' They, they, they don't like it when I decide to mic it Nah You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' Maylay, Hallway Productions, Dj Crazy Toones [Verse 1: Maylay] They don't like when I decide to mic it ’Cause I come from the south where they only ride to the tight shit Flowin' peccable so cold I let it blow, wet vocals froze And let it snow in the Eskimos I'm the voice of the streets the boys and beasts Other MCs decrease the poise in the beats Maylay the crowd favorite, wild child now save it And I stay on the dail, your style's outdated gang-related hip hop I came to rip spots and make these lames kick rocks up in their flip flops Matter of fact, actually, I'm tired of the faggotry And rappers that got lie bitches and shit mad at me Hold up, wait, let me get this shit straight I don't give a fuck about you or your mixtape You ain't tight, don't know you, won't promote you, that's protocol Especially when your skills are about as sharp as a bowling ball [Hook] You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' They, they, they don't like it when I decide to mic it (Big Swang records) You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' [Bridge] Hold my scratch WC, these marks think I'm playin' [Verse 2: Maylay] Let me grip the mic rip it tight hit you with some instant flight Break it down like the muscle-bound around kryptonite Had the speakers jumpin' up, subbin' like (Obwowo...) Louder than the Clouds when they growl in the thunder pump Illest with a sick and ignorant don't stop get it get it Flip it, twist it 'till I end up with a ticket in it One of the tightest that spit it in about a sec' Rappers ain't gotta like it they ain't buyin' no records I'm back home, they whack and rap wrong Don't let the track and the cover and tats get you slapped on I got fans from the gangland to the gold coast You outta place young man comin' at grown folks It takes skills not a few dollars and car wheels Close are these parkas-hoes to had a barkfeel Hardest on the thang, regardless ain't the thang You don't translate the best rap artist in the game [Hook] You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' They don't like it when I decide to mic it You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' (Y'all don' want to see me now more) They don't like it when I decide to mic it (They can't hold me, nah) You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' They don't like it when I decide to mic it You've been beggin' in time for somebody's rhymin' (Lookin' better than you, rappin' better than you) [Outro] They don't like it when I decide to mic it.. ..mic it, mic it, mic it, mic it, mic it... How many Nikki Nikki's comin' from the corner, ever seen a coroner, in California How many Nikki Nikki's comin' from the corner, ever seen a coroner, in California