Mic Felon

[Verse One - Pressure]

I got committed to the pen now my shit's so locked down

MCs think I'm doing time for this hip-hop sound

Debris the mastermind, Suffa's my partner in crime

I be the microphone felon, tell them your master design

It all started when I was young fiending for mics

Dreaming of heights that I would be reaching despite

No one would put me on, or even play me at that

So earned my dues ganking mics labelled radio shack

At open mic one night far from sober or with it

This guy pulls me off and says 'You're rhyming over the limit

And heading that way you won't last a day or a night

You need to be down for the long haul kid we call 'em lifers

Beside you need to stick with me cos rhyme pays

And I know this heist where we can jack some sine waves

They're mainly small timers, freestylers

Street urchins and beat merchants, none of them real rhymers

They're raping this culture and make me sick to my stomach

These fools need to be arrested for sleeping in public'

I dug it, got serious and mastered my rhyme

The rocked to the spot with my new partner in crime

Trespassed on stage, stole the mic to further insult

Committed arsony, defamation and verbal assault

They tried to blame the engineer oblivious to our ploy

So we crept backstage as they buried the sound boy

I stole the DJs crates and his diamond needles

Now they got me on the run so it's time to leave ya'll

We tried to cross the border, got cause as a noun carrier

Pulled over and evicted for breaking the sound barrier

This cop threw me to the ground, cos hip hop is violent

Said 'You got freedom of speech, just choose to remain silent'

Then he checked in the trunk and he found the hot sound

I got committed to the pen now my shit's locked down



[Chorus]

I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them

People can't handle the product that I'm selling

I left my dwelling now I'm on the run

Microphone felony number one

I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them

People can't handle the product that I'm selling

I left my dwelling now I'm on the run

Microphone felony number one

I'm a rhyme felon peeps do what I tell them

People can't handle the product that I'm selling

I left my dwelling now I'm on the run

Microphone felony number one