Mic Control

[Intro: sample (Blueprint)]

(Lone) lone (singe along)

Walking through this world alone

Walking through this world alone

(Soul Position)

Walking through this world alone

(Blueprint, RJD2)

[Hook: Blueprint] (x2)

Mic Control starts today

Unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way

This is not a game

We are not players - we do not play

[Break: Blueprint]

Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control!

[Verse 1: Blueprint]

Yo... homeboy you got a wack hustle

I heard your raps they lack muscle

I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle

So them boys in blue and black can bust you

Lock you away so them gay cats can touch you

You call my name you ask for trouble

Might get scooped slammed, might get your ass muffled

Get who you gotta get, get your fam

Ladies if you're beffin', get your man!

Beef turn print to a different man

So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan

I have you making co-payments on some eyewear

You got me wrong I only act like I care!

I used to be a substitute teacher's worst nightmare

A booksmart smartass with too much time to spare

Skipping study hall so I can play ball

Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm

Ain't nothing changed, it's still on

Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song

It's only right

I don't play with life - so I don't play with mics!

[Hook: Blueprint] (x2)

Mic Control starts today

Unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way

This is not a game

We are not players - we do not play

[Break: sample]

Alone... walking through this world alone

Walking through this world alone (ha-ha)

Walking through this world alone (one more time)

[Verse 2: Blueprint]

Yo, rap is not real

I don't care what they told you

Fake people say fake things in their vocalbooth

I'm a grown man I'm not here to joke with you

I came to win it all and take back what's overdue

It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops

It might mean I gotta [?] broke it in two!

With a broken tooth runnin' back home

Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you

I'm old school, I know life ain't fair

In most days I feel like it's too much trouble to care

I used to walk to the corner store with nappy hair

Pockets full of food stamps and didn't care who stared

To understand me you had to be there

To understand pain you had to see welfare

A living in inner city in hell and still there

Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair

I know you feel me if you do say: "hell yeah!"

And throw your hands in the air!

I know you feel me if you DO say: "hell yeah!"

And throw your hands in the air!

[Hook: Blueprint] (x2)

Mic Control starts today

Unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way

This is not a game

We are not players - we do not play

[Outro: sample]

Walking through this world alone

Ain't looking for a lover

Walking through this world alone

Just looking for home