Mic Check (First Mix)

Mic Check

It’s time for a lesson 'cause they try to school me
I got a confession you thought that you knew me
I’m confused and amused by your cute little ad libs
Like babies in cribs you drool on that Gucci bib 
And I get it...

Deep in the word like etymology 
Stay focused like a Ford on what you can and can’t afford 
You’re rich and in comparison most people are poor 
Not talking about money I’m talking about just not wanting more

I had to learn to take my time when I’m rhyming I'm trying not to rush 
If anything is applicable it’s not despicable I’m trying not to cuss 
Lest I be cursed but what’s all the fuss if I I bust one out 
Then you must’ve heard word of mouth 
When in doubt I don't know what I’m about to say 

See I come from the H. And I don’t talk that way but I’ve been thinking 
I can make a new wave if I say hi creeping on a come up like I stay high 
Stand apart like Kid Cudi keeping the art of playing with the rhythm 
And the syntax mix and match composition like this and that 
Nuclear fission when I split (atom) better stand back when I spit at 'em

Three doors 
So low I had to crawl out 
Creep so slow that I stalled out black on red on black that’s a bleed out 
That’s all I got a little over 20 grand fresh off the lot 
I’m keeping it real 'cause I work at a desk with the perk of my best friends next to my heart 

Perfecting my craft even as we speak 
So what are you saying your sauce is so weak 
And I am not playing the flow is that sweet habanero 
The fuego is under my feet
I listen to y’all and don’t understand a thing 
Maybe I’m dumb maybe that’s mean 
Maybe I’m inspired to be a classic and not a facet of a passing trend 
Well not in the way that you think 

Cause maybe I inspire the next artisan with a guitar an inexpensive car 
And a parchment and quill in an apartment that’s old school 
Like GED a smart fool with the pro tools 
Me and L.A. tryna get off the ground like a city in the clouds 
That’s a Bespin joke for my Star Wars reference folks 
'Cause I’m far more their friend though 

I come off cool but I’m a really a geek and self-conscious 
'Cause conscious hip hop is not common and I wish it was common sense 
But these con men hoodwink the common man 
And that’s good 'cause think
Where would I be? I was created so gracefully
I’ll be the favorite of no one so hastily 
My imaginary haters can’t wait

One day we’ll wake up to a dream
And everything’s as it should be 
Never wanting anything 
But today like any day before
Tells a story left in store of
Never-wanting evermore 

And everything’s as it should be

Time for a Lesson

Time For A Lesson

I kid I play but this is not Le Mis
This is my best friend from back in the day
Down the street Jacinto City Lissy beat on the drums
'Til she becomes a cymbal Bear King speaking in tongues 
Now I’m Mr. Mic Check one two 
If you don’t like it I won’t fight you but I’ll bid you adieu 
And I won’t spite you so I’ll write you just to say what it do
And I’m not righteous but I like to keep it nice like achoo
Followed by blessings followed by pride 
Followed by the fall
Winter is coming I'ma change the game like drones in a war
Master Splinter is coming tell Shredder he should move on
Fasten your seat belts for this ones not for the squeamish at all
I cut left swerve right hang tight
Let the words hit the curb in reverse like hindsight 
Got left in the days when rapping just felt right but 
But we don’t even go there no more no

Cut left swerve right just hang tight
Watch my words hit the curb in reverse like hindsight 
I wanna go back to the verse
I don’t wanna sing the chorus anymore 
They just can’t ignore us anymore 


I feel like Rodney Dangerfield 
I never get no respect
And I always cross my t's 
like my Jesus in a V neck
Dot my lowercase i’s when I write 
Words like infrared right for the heart
I print rhymes but I think in cursive
Speak in verses if moms hears me curse what would she think of me
So I think of her first
Triple OG keep it trill as Bun B at NRG stadium 
A fresh white tee good energy some Nikes and a lady friend 
Styrofoam cup and a mic made of palladium
Now I'm on the move but which way I go 
Guess that depends on your crew on the radio
But I'll be back with a rhyming dictionary and 
An excerpt Sunday’s obituaries:

Bear King OD’d 'em with the rhythm 
May he rest in peace 
People treat it like a venom 
He left no legacy not even a memory maybe it was destiny
Now they be all sensitive feeling diminutive
That's a big word for real small 
You ain’t a big guy I stand tall 
Understand that's the whole point like decimal 
Though asymptotically infinitesimal 
Let your words decimate like hollow points
To make them contemplate without a joint 
While they reverberate on stages like a mic drop 
And permeate in pages like a wet spot
Now I'm white hot but Black not as a kid  
Dressed in all black Johnny Cash is what I did 
Bottled all my feels then I twisted up the lid 
Gotta keep them on their heels like Gigi Hadid 

Words get deep when they cut through 
I deserve some sleep but don’t want to 
Have you heard of me I can’t hear you 
Is it fear you see when I’m near you

Dangerfield

You could find yourself in a lyrical cul de sac
You could find yourself wanting 
With the umbilical still attached or
You could find yourself hunting for 
The feeling of being hunted or 
Are you too busy stunting 
This is one thing I was destined for 

We do not share the same space 
As rich as I am as rich as I ain’t 
Can you say with a straight face 
That this was the plan that it’s not a waste 
I keep up at my own pace 
I already won it’s my own race 
'Cause I got a ace in the hole
Yeah I’m flying high but there’s no chase

And looking back I’m 
Breaking the mold that you’re modeled after 
Chisel in the stone 
This is where the slaughter happens 
A whistle from a falling bomb 
Right on this song 
The calm before the storm 
This is where the martyr happens 
A leak to white water rapids
The flow is crazy currently insane
They worry me to death dichotomy of Mai Fu
What's your lame excuse 
Lobotomy overdue 

I’m proud of me times two 
That’s us
Need you to see like a blind dude 
That’s trust
Need you to breathe on the mic 
So I can sleep well at night 
So I can bleed out my rhymes too 
That’s guts 
I’m counting sheep when I write til
There’s nothing left I’ve done nothing wrong 
And you’re right now I’m on the run 
I'll be moving on out of spite 
Now I’m on the lamb and out of the spotlight 
I’m the man 
And I am only a man but...

That's cool I guess...

Oh boy...
Here comes a New Challenger 
Dodging the pocket like 
Watermelons dodge Gallagher
Two thumbs up in the socket I'm shocked 
'Cause critics be rocking to this 
No rotten tomatoes 
On stage I’m the passenger 
LA, just drive the beat and focus 
You know that’s where I stay
I’ll try to rap and play guitar 
But I can barely play 
And that’s exactly what practice is for 
Perfection can't help but adore 
Affection for this music like a paramour 
A lovable troubadour 
My father used to call me
Take my ax to school and act a fool
And bother everyone 
But still got facts to prove like I’m that dude
I promise everybody 
I’m a stack up stones leave none un-turned 
Like a new cairn emblem 
No dust under the rug
No rug over the hatch 
Your secret’s safe with me
We’ll check to see if we match
Compatibility is key 
if you’re kinda into me and mine
It’s the kind of music that’s personal 
And hard to find 

G calls me Bear and that’s cool I guess
The Bear and LA well that’s new I guess 
We aim for the chest but what you expect 
Mai Fu on your set but what you expect 
Mai Fu on your set but what you expect 
Mai Fu on your... but what you want with the dude? 

I'd slow it down but the beat sped up 
I know you’re facing defeat 
But keep your head up 
Gotta keep your foot on the gas 
And never let up
Unless I’m disengaging the clutch 
I’m not in neutral much 
I used to worry about getting passed up 
Still ain’t the fastest in the land 
Sometimes my words get mashed up 
I know I’m far from garbage man 
But now I pick the trash up 
Now they can’t ever gas us up
My tank's too full no thanks 
Cuz you’re way too cool 
My bank's too empty 
Got ghosts like I came to ghoul
It’s just post after post 
Of just you doing the most 
If you wanna post up then post it 
But leave a note
Like do re me fa so well la di da
Pave my own road like it’s my own asphalt 
Least I’m not a clone
Least I’m not alone
Least I’m not a clone 
Least I’m not alone

Mai Fu

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