Z Nice

Z Nice - Mic Check

rate me

Z nice, mic check 1,2

Mic check when is you born too

Everybody want someone to look up to

Guidance, credentials, good solid mental

Someone that can teach them right or wrong, never sinful

I’ma paint the picture, pay attention, this is simple

You looking for the answers to your questions

Life’s hard, so I done called in the blessing

You turn to god, and will get with you in a second

You gonn be on, drinkin the bottle to find the message

Looking up to rappers and actresses,

Your kid’s crazy, send him to the psychiatrists

I speak lyrics, that don’t mean you need to act like this

Matter of fact, far from what you should be practicing

They hang off every word we say, blinded by the fact

We similar in each and every way

Look what the money do, look how it changed you

Look how it changed me, man this is strange, b

[Hook] x 2

Mic check, just don’t even need a hook

You stir, this gonn have you very shook

Need news, I’ma feed it to your facebook

Wish I was in front of you, to see just how your face look

Don’t mistake me for no hero, I’ve never been to war

Never shot at anybody before

You telling me thank you, but what you really thanking me for

I’m doing this for me, America just happens to be at war

You need to give thanks to the real troops

They risk they lives doing this for me and you

You’d rather praise beyonce for a new kids

Shake jay z’s hand, man you stupid

Misguided fools, but truth is I was blinded too, just like you is

Tryina be one of the cool kids

I’m understanding the world and what it really is

And what we really are and how we’ve come so far

But every step we take forward, it’s like we’re loosing more

People profit and our land isn’t even ours

Look what the money do, look how it changed you

Look how it changed me, man this is strange, b

[Hook] x 2

Mic check, just don’t even need a hook

You stir, this gonn have you very shook

Need news, I’ma feed it to your facebook

Wish I was in front of you, to see just how your face look

Mic check, 1,2, mic check 1,2,

Extra, extra, read all about it

Kids ...on school, right when he was wailing

He was plottin probably smoking

Pot in strong up off that molly

Killing somebody anybody love, he knew nothing bout it

So sick of all you people worried bout the wrong things

You speedin to the money but you in the wrong lane

How bout you pay attention to the younger generation

Before they end up in the grave or incarcerated

Real talk is often hated, radio won’t even play it

They think a song or two, changes even more creative

My motive to teach the people, you know, educate em

They all about the fuckin numbers, accumulatin

The crime rate rising, these kids is dying

They mothers crying, where’s god, please somebody find him

Look what the money do, look how it changed you

Look how it changed me, man this is strange, b

[Hook] x 2

Mic check, just don’t even need a hook

You stir, this gonn have you very shook

Need news, I’ma feed it to your facebook

Wish I was in front of you, to see just how your face look.

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