ain't rolling right Snakes try convince me my friends are tryna control my life That's a load of hype I chose to mic the stage and name Righteous Write
the shots. And when I make it to the top fuck falling off. I'll prove all you wrong. Cause only God can take away this gift he blessed me with. And Mic Righteous
let me tell them properly. I came in the game and now you can't stop me. We got the energy to kill the mic. Me and Mic beside Mic can you feel the vibe
side is open for my brothers eyes, All I'm riding is honour and pride, I am mic, Yeah, all I'm riding on is honour and pride, I am mic.
up to the cark park blasting Skibba in his prime One nation 99, a windy night We hit the bar and get a pint I'm sitting by the pool table, heard him say is he Mic
to glorify the Lord I'm addressing my mess He's superior across the board like checkers and chess That's why we hype now, ain't putting the mic down
re goin' down) [Verse 2:] We goin' down like a light switch, we on that hype shit Middle fingers aren't concerned about politeness Rip mics righteous
Masta Killa] Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms the menopausable
more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic
Hook:] We are one, we move as a unit, this is our mic, we are one! (Who is your general private?) Killah Priest We fight the ungodly With the righteous
forgetting We are the ones that give birth To the new generation of prophets because it's Ladies First [Queen Latifah] I break into a lyrical freestyle Grab the mic
To the new generation of prophets because it's Ladies First [Queen Latifah] I break into a lyrical freestyle Grab the mic, look at the crowd and see
Man March, alert the masses Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous
enemy To sell another record in this industry Or it seems like I gotta be righteous, to get on that five mic list I gotta write like that and not like
the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain [Streetlife] Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic
at they mommy Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like In the heat of the night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical Chorus
I pull up in that candy red (54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne) I'm a beast I'm a dog Yeah, Yeah I rap harder Mic in my hand I run like Marion
