Microphone Sweet Home
[Verse 1]
Yo, Aiyo it’s no coincidence that my album is dropping on March 4th
Cause I’m a soldier and that is the day that I march forth
To start war bringing the hardcore into this art form
Using the mic as a dart industry is my dartboard
My heart pours for anybody who wants to beef
You have a soul of a shoe that is cheap get used to defeat
I spit so many rhymes I leave you with a bruise on a cheek
Like Sthetescope on boards of production you get a good beat
The hood Speaks through me
With the live volume of Tumi
I drop knowledge buying my Album is like paying school fees
So take notes while I tutor emcees
Once you Put the cd in, take a look at the sleeve it’s a book read
It took me, long like a Bout with Tyson no doubt
The heavy weight bites but it was finally knocked out
And dropped down when it knocked ground
Evander Holyfield of this rap but my wait stops now
[Hook]
You might’ve known I been gone, but I’m finally back
Microphone sweet home
Here to recite a poem with beats on, and it’s way beyond rap
Microphone sweet home
[Verse 2]
I’ve learnt survival like soldiers do
Been trying to grow its true tightening flows
By spending time in the vocal booth
In my writing I spoke the truth
Like I’m supposed to do
Now its undeniable my arrival is overdue
In it with whole mind
Body spirit and soul
Never needed a gimmick to blow just lyrics and flow
If there were rap Olympics I would go
And enter freestyles written and both
I’m guaranteed on lifting the gold
No longer freestyle off the top of the head
Now I freestyle off the top of the heart that’s why I forgot what I said
I got it on locked like a dread
I been waiting to rock for the heads
I lost patience
Like hospital beds/
Haters will runback/ P.R.O’s making a comeback
An athlete in the starting block waiting to run track
And take lead in the front pack
I been on my marks I got ready just waiting for the gun clap
[Hook]
You might’ve known I been gone, but I’m finally back
Microphone sweet home
Here to recite a poem with beats on, and it’s way beyond rap
Microphone sweet home
[Verse 3]
Look Letter was all that
But I got tracks with better formats
You should’ve Known the heat was coming like a weather forecast
I never been a one hit wonder
And that’s for a fact
Unless you’re talking ’bout when I tap and never call back
It’s way beyond a hook and a rhyme
Look and you’ll find
I’m bringing library
Of rhymes a book at a time
Words were carefully chosen that’s why took so
Much time
The patience of a fisherman to get you hooked on a line
You see picking the right words
And spitting a tight verse
It's just tip of the iceberg
Listen to my work
This kid is a mic burner
More hits than Ike turner
Like the sun I had to rise to enlighten the world
I breathe songs with beats on
Even on my birth certificate reads he was born to speak poems
Like Madiba it’s been a long walk to freedom
But I’m finally here, Microphone sweet home..
[Hook]
You might’ve known I been gone, but I’m finally back
Microphone sweet home
Here to recite a poem with beats on, and it’s way beyond rap
Microphone sweet home