Microphone Killa

(Verse 1: Chris Webby) Quick to the draw like an animator Laying down tapes like I'm Hannah Baker Microphone assassinator, rolling in a navigator They just cannot load the data Baby, now they know I made it (Baby, now they know I made it) Better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what I'm lighting the medical, giving the heady a puff Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch Got 'em all bellying up, better give up Turning your city from metal to dust [click boom] Make tombs for my adversaries Make room or I'll have 'em buried I'm cutting through all your capillaries Give me, give me, all the God damn loot With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot So please, give me some more space to breathe They saying things about me but the thing about me Is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me Young and OG, spitting my game since ‘03 Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth And move a mountain, you? You just move around it Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded See the room is crowded when I pack the show All black bumblebee, pull up at the door Murdered out, when I’m burning out Tryna get that money in absurd amounts I'ma need a third account I’m the one you heard about, listen Campaign mode like a poli-tician Never laid low 'cause I got a, vision And I gotta bring that bitch into fruition Got 'em wishing I would stop But I never slow down like I’m running from the cops Put some money in the pot Got the pocket aces and I’ll take it no debating Give me everything you got 'Cause I am the mic, the microphone killa I grip the mic, like Mike, I’m all thriller Looking for a bigger dinner Got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner Bitches, because you know that I’m the (Chorus: Chris Webby) I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the one with the golden gun I am the light, recite with no filla Don’t step to the best and expect respect I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the The microphone killa (Verse 2: Merkules) I’m the microphone killa with a gun on my waist Fuck out my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase And runnin' with apes, gorillas, fuck the love, it’s just hate Snatchin' crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it I’m feelin' violent, I’ve been a tyrant since Pokemon My potion’s strong, I’m the OG like Obi-Wan I’m going hard like a virgin’s first booty call Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo’s on See me in a camo balaclava when the news come on Shout out Webby, we the youngest with the juice I got an army right behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah These bitches salty, they feelin' froggy, well get up off me What’s in the coffee? I fold em up like I did the laundry I’m Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Ozzy, my shit is hauntin' I kill 'em softly, I’m ice-cold like I went tobogganin' Nevertheless I never fall off once I’m Air Jordan in his prime and y’all the Walmart Chucks My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart’s gut One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck I’m sayin', these ignoramuses think I’m famous, the shit is dated I’m sippin' Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in I feel the hate it’s just motivation to get me paid with So if they say they don’t like me that means I fit the A-list Hey bitch, why you mad at the kid? I’ve had it with this You think you dope, but I’m actually sick Hackin' this shit, back in the mix, gargantuan shit You think you slick, you get slapped with a dick, no question Everybody wants to head off Merk It’s R.I.P Prodigy, I’m bringin' hell on Earth We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first Yo Webby, this shit’s like a 110 bar verse, let’s get it It’s probably 'cause I’ve never wrote my shit in double time Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines Fuck it’s fine, we the illest right now CT to Canada like how you feeling right now (Chorus: Chris Webby) I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the one with the golden gun I am the light, recite with no filla Don’t step to the best and expect respect I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the mic, the microphone killa I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the The microphone killa