Lyssa True Poet - Mic Check Lyrics

Mic check
Testing testing
One two one two
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to oou
I mic check I one two
On the beat I Floyd May
You average with that mouth
At least that's what these hoes say
I'm coming with a BANG call it B41
P800 onyx lasers maxim machine gun
Got a bad bitch with a pecan tone
She don't like to be called that
Make sure I check my voicemail
She don't like when I don't call back
I dropped a cover u saw that
Dropped a track u heard it
Did some shows I rocked that
Dropped a project you curbed it
I got more than one flavor
Give you more than one hue
I got more than one hater
Who got more than one view
Fuck you and your misery
You really ain't shit to me
I gas you like a grill
Fire it up rotisserie
You old paper that's history
I'm front cover updated
Couldn't keep up on a feature
Nah True Poet always slay it
Know my name don't ever say it
Unless you talk amongst my rival
Outta ear shot from the real ones
Who know I hold the title lil hoe
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left ooouuu
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to oou
They all on my head all my heels
Still I don't speed up
I keep my own pace
Relaxing with my feet up
And I don't do the backwoods
Raw papers hold my weed up
Please keep ya girl busy man
She taking all my time that's freed up
And honestly it's not much
So don't get ya panties in a bunch
But if you keep on leaving her starved
She gone keep coming back for this lunch
That's all I feed her
That and casamigos tequila
I one two like I do these beats
Beat beating up on these speakers
Chicken wrap make it caeser
Make it white wine no twist top
Was born and died reborn again
Who I am bitch I'm hip hop
No quick scheme no ploy
Tho they plotting upon my failure
I'm eating amongst queens
I hold conversation through prayer
Invincible is my poetry know it's not physical
Partially political half analytical
Half with no reason but always original
They tried to tap in
But your lies they ain't admissible
Lyssa True Poet lil bitch
I'm a lyrical God
Lil bitch better get on your job
Broke another month better make that head bob
I'm just playing I don't promote prostitution
But I should start pimpin' you wack rappers
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left ooouuu
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to oou

Mic check
Testing testing
One two one two
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to oou
I mic check I one two
On the beat I Floyd May
You average with that mouth
At least that's what these hoes say
I'm coming with a BANG call it B41
P800 onyx lasers maxim machine gun
Got a bad bitch with a pecan tone
She don't like to be called that
Make sure I check my voicemail
She don't like when I don't call back
I dropped a cover u saw that
Dropped a track u heard it
Did some shows I rocked that
Dropped a project you curbed it
I got more than one flavor
Give you more than one hue
I got more than one hater
Who got more than one view
Fuck you and your misery
You really ain't shit to me
I gas you like a grill
Fire it up rotisserie
You old paper that's history
I'm front cover updated
Couldn't keep up on a feature
Nah True Poet always slay it
Know my name don't ever say it
Unless you talk amongst my rival
Outta ear shot from the real ones
Who know I hold the title lil hoe
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left ooouuu
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to oou
They all on my head all my heels
Still I don't speed up
I keep my own pace
Relaxing with my feet up
And I don't do the backwoods
Raw papers hold my weed up
Please keep ya girl busy man
She taking all my time that's freed up
And honestly it's not much
So don't get ya panties in a bunch
But if you keep on leaving her starved
She gone keep coming back for this lunch
That's all I feed her
That and casamigos tequila
I one two like I do these beats
Beat beating up on these speakers
Chicken wrap make it caeser
Make it white wine no twist top
Was born and died reborn again
Who I am bitch I'm hip hop
No quick scheme no ploy
Tho they plotting upon my failure
I'm eating amongst queens
I hold conversation through prayer
Invincible is my poetry know it's not physical
Partially political half analytical
Half with no reason but always original
They tried to tap in
But your lies they ain't admissible
Lyssa True Poet lil bitch
I'm a lyrical God
Lil bitch better get on your job
Broke another month better make that head bob
I'm just playing I don't promote prostitution
But I should start pimpin' you wack rappers
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left oou
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Up high up high
Right jab hook left ooouuu
Hands in the air hands in the air
I mic check I one two
Get live get live
Can't knock me off but they try to oou