Mic Boyd - Get Me Started lyrics

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You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna get me started

Put the mic down, cause i’m gonna pick it back up!

Could I have a second of your time?

A section of your mind.

Just a minute, to spit it

And make you recognize

A couple things, that seem

To catch my eye

‘Bout these other MC’s

That need to step aside.

Eventually, they’ll fall off like Maska Title.

Have to say, that dude passed away

He wasn’t half as great,

He’s, I have to say

Just another rapper lackin’ taste

I hate to burst your bubble,

But I seen your show, man

And it sounds like you ain’t worth the trouble

Wanna dig up the dirt?

I’ll be the first to shovel

Keep my eyes to the sky,

And curse the devil.

Listen, the writing’s fall

It’s perfect curse.

It sounds so beautiful.

Like birds a-chirpin’

Talkin in the third person

(Mic, you did again... you son of a bitch)

Now, I know what you’re talkin about,

I know where you’ve been

But the only one you’re foolin’

Is you and your friends, now.

You don’t wanna get me started,

You don’t wanna get me started.

Now, I know what you’ve heard

And I know what you’ve seen

But the only one rockin’ this mic,

Is me.

You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna get me started

A lot of problems on this planet

It’s solved with guns.

You’re an insult to God,

And the one they call the ‘son’

And often I’m the one

Called upon

To bring bounce to the force,

Like Obi One

Honest, I’m harmless

I’m ain’t trying to be a convict

I’m trying to listen my conscience

Your shit is non-sense,

My shit is common sense

Cause i wanna live as long as i can

I ain’t trying to make news, or

Break brews

I’m still trying to pay dues

And break through.

Still tryin’ to live my life to the fullest

But i’m signed to HalfLife,

Confined to that life.

So someone take the second half,

And fill it.

But it’s kinda hard

When team members are trying to spill it.

Where i’m coming from,

They ain’t trying to fill it

A little place in the woods,

Enfield, my village.

Now, I know what you’re talkin about,

I know where you’ve been

But the only one you’re foolin’

Is you and your friends, now.

You don’t wanna get me started,

You don’t wanna get me started.

Now, I know what you’ve heard

And I know what you’ve seen

But the only one rockin’ this mic,

Is me.

You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna get me started

Put the mic down, cause i’m gonna pick it back up!

I got a sixth sense,

To send sickness

But since this you six eight

And squash all this “666” shit

Don’t sound so soothing,

I have you so relaxed

That you’ll soon have a bowel movement

Forgot what side of my brain,

Is the memory

You know if i’m here

To entertain or MC.

Watch out for family,

Like Brain or Penny,

We tight as fuck,

Like Karl and Lenny.

Might stay grounded,

Like carpel wire

Still underground,

Keep me off the flyer

Kid, get a grip

Like you bought some pliers

If you rollin’ on twenty,

I’ll pop your tires

Now, I know what you’re talkin about,

I know where you’ve been

But the only one you’re foolin’

Is you and your friends, now.

You don’t wanna get me started,

You don’t wanna get me started.

Now, I know what you’ve heard

And I know what you’ve seen

But the only one rockin’ this mic,

Is me.

You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna get me started

Mic Boyd, motherfuckers...

Mic Boyd, motherfuckers...

Put down the mic, cause i’m gonna pick it back up!