Mic Check

Is you serious
My nigga, you funny, but you delirious
I’m Eddie Murphy raw, but
Some niggas still not feelin this
I’m villainous
Heinous, someone come check
My cranium
You’ll find a buncha shit, n scattered thoughts
Like Tazz, manian, came through,
You hate me, well nigga, I ain’t you
(I love myself)
You may be, persuasive
But nigga, I make views
No drizzy
Just a kid who, see ghosts,
Be makin waves too
Evade fools, tangled in webs
I cannot save you
Escape routes, aren’t even real
You gotta break through
I make moves, I made, a meal
Which mans I made food
I’m thank-ful, for niggas like you
You keep my tank full
Squares think thy gassed
So, I’ll circle round, with the k, too
Sike, that lines, for rhymes
My boy, I fight
Either with words, or fists
I can do both, with a mic, in hand
You think you steppin to me
I’m the man, my uncle Christian said it best
Way back cruisin in his van
I’m the man
Hook:
Yeah, I’m the man
I’m the motherfuckin man
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