Gimme the Mic Songtext
von Virus Syndicate

I′m a mentalist, the instrumental is my blank canvas
Bloodsport, I'm a champion like Van Damme was
And it′s a damn stand-off
I write lyrics so sick
That other rappers wanna try and cut my damn hands off
Too many people wanna rip another man's slang off

Claim to be sick but still ain't got the damn hang of
The science and art

Really you should try and be smart
My bars could rip a grown lion apart
This is my rap manual
And when it comes to the facts
Yo I′ll extract each and every last granule
Some say the king is back, and that′s tangible
I've covered every exact angle, I′m that animal
Don't play me in your flat, I′m that flammable
Don't stab me in my back, the cat′s Hannibal

I'm all panic will set, you amateurs get


Served like a vinaigrette
I'm in at your neck so give me a sec

Let me get on a vibe
I stab myself in the neck just to check I′m alive
Then pour coke down my throat, I′m a heck of a guy
Then inject a shitload of ket on the sly
I'm like an overdose
My flows are awesome and you′re comatose
The holy ghost, I'm appearing in your roley smoke
The rap genie in a black beanie
They told me to spit, so I did a fat greenie

Gimme the mic

Fuck the system and we pay with our life
We′re getting straight in a fight


They'll never take me alive
Gimme the mic
Flow sharper than the blade of a knife
Then graze the face of your wife
And make her wait from the heist
Gimme the mic
We′re getting stoned like Arabian Nights
It's true we say what we like
Under these stadium lights
Gimme the mic

See I'm disturbing the peace, with dirty words and a piece
Going berserk wearing a burka, tryna murder a priest
Up in Ferguson lurking, ready to disturb the police

Then put the nuns from the clergy back to work on the streets

I′m the heat to the clit, Diesel′s key to the brit

I'm the beast that leaves you people queasy needing a shit
And then I drop a couple freebees so they fiend for a fix
I know it′s evil but I'm greedy it′s the reason I'm rich

A beat burglar, pissed off the bourbon
Dropping more bombs than Serbia
Gon′ pop the burner to your gut and cause a hernia
Too corrupt to war with all you battle rappers swerving us
'Cause we just jack a man up in a flat and fucking murder youse
Maniac madder than Maz Manson
Trick him into planning the murder of Chad Branson
We don't want him dead we wanna hold him for ransom
Gag and strap him to a bed up in a flat on the Anson
A cloak and a dagger, spin your throat with a spanner

Sniffing coke at your nanna down at the Copacabana

Tryna poke up punana for glamour holding her banner
And get a blow off Savannah just while I smoke a Cubana
I′m bad karma, I bring arguments and drama
Start up a palava then we arson your apartment

I′mma pay a snitch to incarcerate your father
So he's serving 26 as the live-in prison barber

Gimme the mic

Fuck the system and we pay with our life
We′re getting straight in a fight

They'll never take me alive
Gimme the mic
Flow sharper than the blade of a knife
Then graze the face of your wife
And make her wait from the heist
Gimme the mic
We′re getting stoned like Arabian Nights
It's true we say what we like
Under these stadium lights
Gimme the mic

Fuck you just gimme the mic
Fuck the system and we pay with our life
We′re getting straight in a fight
They'll never take me alive
Gimme the mic

Flow sharper than the blade of a knife
Then graze the face of your wife
And make her wait from the heist
Gimme the mic
We're getting stoned like Arabian Nights
It′s true we say what we like
Under these stadium lights
Gimme the mic