Soundcheck Songtext
von Presence

′Twas the height of the night
And i was deep in my sleep
In the middle of rem like Michael Stipe
My sheets were soaking wet
Covered in sweat abruptly awakened
My hands were shaking
When i realized there was nothing left
They robbed me blind
But left a note with a location and time
The last line said "bring your dopest rhyme"
My eyes slowly shifted with delight
To my golden mic
Designed specifically for a night
Like tonight ya damn right
It's a mic check
Microphone check
It′s a mic check
Microphone check
1,2,1,2, it's a mic check
1,2,1,2, microphone check


1,2,1,2, it's a mic check
1,2,1,2, microphone check
Jumped in my ride
With my golden mic at my side
Thinkin′ me and my mic
Were like Bonnie and Clyde
Out on a mission turned on the ignition
Re-positioned my side view mirrors
Flipped on my wipers checked my rear
And began to drive
Then to my surprise right before my eyes
The mic handed me a blunt
And said "try this on for size"
I smiled wide with pride
′Cause i knew we'd be alright
I put my game face on
And screamed out loud "let′s ride"
It's a mic check
Microphone check
It′s a mic check
Microphone check
1,2,1,2, it's a mic check
1,2,1,2, microphone check
1,2,1,2, it′s a mic check
1,2,1,2, microphone check
I live to rip apart a bitch emcee
I reign supreme like the knowledge
In BDP in a battle of minds free
Busted right through the diaphragm
Impregnating the mic
With a desire to understand
That i might have a higher plan
1,2,1,2, it's a mic check
1,2,1,2, microphone check
1,2,1,2, it's a mic check
1,2,1,2, microphone check
Microphone check
Microphone check
1,2,1,2, it′s a mic check
Microphone check