ain't rolling right Snakes try convince me my friends are tryna control my life That's a load of hype I chose to mic the stage and name Righteous Write
the shots. And when I make it to the top fuck falling off. I'll prove all you wrong. Cause only God can take away this gift he blessed me with. And Mic Righteous
let me tell them properly. I came in the game and now you can't stop me. We got the energy to kill the mic. Me and Mic beside Mic can you feel the vibe
side is open for my brothers eyes, All I'm riding is honour and pride, I am mic, Yeah, all I'm riding on is honour and pride, I am mic.
up to the cark park blasting Skibba in his prime One nation 99, a windy night We hit the bar and get a pint I'm sitting by the pool table, heard him say is he Mic
seen worser days when some of my so called friends wasn't around when I ain't have a verse to say I quench my thirst today with righteous thoughts of mine cuz righteous
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was
predict to be Haiti's and kill till there's nothin' left, hah But I'ma hit with a gun, that's harder than all guns Mic check from the temple, check
-I-to-the-T-to-the-I Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah H-to-the-A-to-
me Dying, thirsty from the struggle To my own hustle bubble On the low, woe is me To show the Free Bob right The righteous Asiatic thinker While Satan
Yeah Haha [untranslated Spanish phrase] Bout to drop a def' cut Yo, yo, yo, huh Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit I cause more casualties
more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic
You're underneath to undermine your whole typical image With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences Poetry beats your mics We untouchable like righteous
Especially When I pull up in that candy red (54's on the dash sittin' next to Lil Wayne) I'm a beast I'm a dog Yeah, Yeah I rap harder Mic in my hand
Million Man March, alert the masses Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous
, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous
