Name: Grab The Mic
Duration: P00H02M30S
Description: Track 8

Grab The Mic

from Lyrical Combustion: The Mixtape by Christopher Michael Jensen

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Track 8

lyrics

(Intro)
DJ Premier, yeah

(Verse)
I'm like Nas, 'cause Chris spits ether, kid, you couldn't hold a candle if it was a Christmas Eve service, 'cause when I go record it, the effect is similar to global warmin' with my vocals stormin', meltin' polar icecaps when I write raps, 'cause some say the sunrays are what my flow is like, yeah, I'm like the NES, 'cause I ain't any less classic, but your rhymes are crude like the NES graphics, fire breathin' lines I'm speakin', try to hide, but I'll reveal 'em, fry their minds, I'll dine and eat 'em, glide and slide with rhymes this sleek and smooth, ya lose, I grab the mic and I defeat 'em, freakin' beats with sheets o' speech and raps so tight that vises even can't compare, and I square, off against the populous and any man that dare, step in the arena like Guru and Premier, 'cause C.M.J. is the rap guru to revere, yeah, I'm liquid in the booth, and I'm sicker than the flu, cooler than a frigid Minnesota winter in a pool, the place where I'm from is safer than a vault, but on the microphone, it's a dangerous assault, because I learned from the best, hip hop is like the curve of a breast, makin' me creatively work and extend, no boundaries, I pass through walls like a ghostly soul, rules have no bearing, there's no control, sittin' on top in a golden throne, where I reside with my pride when I boast and gloat, like I'm a rappin' genius, I think outside the box, you stay inside the box like packin' peanuts, 'cause I'm not limited, I focus my brain like Ritalin to dream and conceive ideas I've envisioned in my head, until I'm dead, I'm out, peace to my brother Model Citizen