This Is My Mic (The Emcee's Creed)

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Kapeesh

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Hopeless romantic
Scars prove tragic
Magic isn't real but neither is what you believe
Children of the static
At home in the havoc
The only thing that's absolute is things are what they seem
F*ck Illmatic
I'm an orange flower in the attic against all odds dying to be
This ain't my first rodeo
Face paint matches the boots
That's style son
Who's clowin who, no
Stranger to danger, rap bangers, or wire hangers
Liars, cheaters, offenders, repeat offenders, and gangsters
Simply a mask for the anger, ver-verbal stab at the savior
I need attention
Please listen and sweeten your criticisms
It's like shit, I'm right here
I'm human, I hate the whole truth so help me God
The last time I said, "help me, God" he probably did but I'm dense and didn't know what was going on
The road to fame isn't long
It's just covered in junk that's bound to ruin my shoes
And I'm known for pushing my luck
And feel myself with the blues
So when my feet get cut
At least the songs will be cool
Cause walking on eggshells just isn't me
So I tell people to kiss my ass quite frequently
I don't need a girl just a psycho who cuts evenly
Have a piece of me just know I'm OCD with symmetry
This is my mic
There is many like it but this one's mine
My mic is my best friend, my life
I must master it as I must master my life
Without me my mic is useless
Without my mic I am useless
Without a mic I am useless
So I'ma do this
Cause I have nothing else to offer the world
It's been a long time and I shouldn't have left you
Without a thick splintering noose to put your neck through
I pity the fool and the goonies you call squadron
I'll whistle and fist missiles will hit you for just talkin'
F*ck a piece offering
We don't negotiate with wack rappers
Hipsters and snap-backers, shroom doin' mad-hatter pyro’s
On a mission to Imaginationland in a zeppelin because the worlds so bland
I'm a Dark Sith champion of sky-walkin'
The rooms shift shape when I walk in
Oh man
You faggots just don't understand
I exude devastation like radiated Japan
I assume responsibility for ever word I'm sayin'
So what I'm sayin' is I'm not changin'
So far beyond the basics
My verses stay laced with an ancient cadence that'll slap your mouth and shatter your face in seis places
I'm so impatient, I'll purposely OD at 27
Title my post-mortem album The Greatest
I'm not intrigued by your celebrity A-list just a Del The Funky Homosapien playlist to get me through my day
Bird’s-eye view catch all this
Sticks, stones, stars, and spliff's
I'm so sick
At conception I was ready for the world, shadow boxing in the womb like let me outta this bitch
This is my mic
There is many like it but this one's mine
My mic is my best friend, my life
I must master it as I must master my life
Without me my mic is useless
Without my mic I am useless
Without a mic I am useless
So I'ma do this
Cause I have nothing else to offer the world

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