Gimme Tha Mic

LETRA

Gimme Tha Mic

Hey yo mate ya better tell ya baby cakes that we all make mistakes

Or she’s gonna hate you!

All these promises and not a lotta breakthroughs, I can tell you now

That I’ve paid dues

And played moves that caved through, left shattered when I came to

I never hung out with a fake crew

Give me a stage to fall off, while tryin to call shots

Give me a stomach full of some small knots

Early morning doorknocks, now I’m pissed off

Not really, who here can hear me clearly?

I’m gonna need a show of hands, I’ve got that toe jam funk

You punks don’t wanna smell my popper stopper

It represents the takes it takes to make it proper

Give me ya knockers in exchange for my boxers

Not the best of trades, but I’ll infect ya brain

Give me a train from eltham to inner city melbourne

Give me some urban decay, can’t escape the escapade of get some change

At least there’s effort displayed, forget the sway

I’m yet to say something other than piss dribble

Girl I’ll make ya lips tickle, give me a mic and I might make ya hips wriggle

Tingle down the spine I’m playing with a racing mind

Give me some paper and a pen and let them bind

Na f*** it just give me a mic