Baba Brinkman - Microphone lyrics

This ain’t a microphone it’s a microscope
It’s like a slideshow of my
Whole life up close
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microwave
Ultraviolet blazes inside this cave
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microchip
A device to flip memory bites through my lips
It’s nothin’ but a mic, though
When I go home
It’s the cyclone life of the microphone

This mic dangles loose at the
End of a black chord
Like a hangman’s noose in front
Of the dance floor
Each night paying dues I stand on a trap door
And I’d like to thank the muse
At the plentiful rap source
‘Cause my slang and language use
Is gonna pass the course
So crank the juice and let


The energy blast forth
I’m gonna be forced to take
Advantage of this amplification
To state my plans for
This planet’s emancipation
I understand if you're wastin’ away
Waitin’ for the chance to take an
Extended vacation, spendin’ your pay-cheque
Straight spinnin’ in place in a panic
Anticipatin’ the end of creation man
I’ve been in that state and
I’ve managed the transformation to
A standing ovation with this mic in my hand
Facin’ crowds of people, just trustin’
That we can work out beef with
Nothin’ but speech and percussion
Just peaceful discussion and
Powerful beat production
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microscope
It’s like a slideshow of my
Whole life up close
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microwave
Ultraviolet blazes inside this cave
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microchip
A device to flip memory bites through my lips
It’s nothin’ but a mic, though
When I go home
It’s the cyclone life of the microphone

Weak speakers crack when this mic feeds back
Screeches travel through the tweeters jacked
Up with each pass and when people react to
These unique speech acts
It creates an equally fast
Species of feedback
I need that positive twist
To write these raps the props that I get
Increase my peak capacity
And my abilities increase the
Props that I get it’s a simple and deep fact
Of cause and effect
When the tree sap’s runnin’
I ain’t stoppin’ for breath
The only problem is stress
And system overload
If they’re not given proper
Rest microphones can blow
The equipment connected it’s a
Risk the poet knows
And I’ve got to accept it
When I’m kickin’ my poems
Most are written at home
Long before they enter the light
Hand printed and typed songs
Invented at night
That eventually might get launched
Into the mic
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microscope
It’s like a slideshow of my
Whole life up close
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microwave
Ultraviolet blazes inside this cave
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microchip
A device to flip memory bites through my lips
It’s nothin’ but a mic, though
When I go home
It’s the cyclone life of the microphone

I used to suffer ‘mic lust’
And drool when I saw them
But when I touched and tried to bust
I knew I was rotten
So I withdrew from performin’ and
Kept writin’ new songs
Not the type to rush to rock
A mic tattoo on my arm
Now I finally feel like I’m just movin’ along
With no excuses or those wrong
Headed abuses of charm
That people use to get on stage
Replacin’ the real
Relationships built with microphones
Based on skill
It’s more than just the taste of
A meal that makes it appeal
It’s more than just the shape or
The face on the bill
That dictates it's place in the till
Or the amount of it
Beware of counterfeit poets at shows who
Don’t know how to spit
The mic proudly sit's above MCs’ debates
Power-trips and picks out victims
Like the Three Fates
But the system predates the green
Age of the icon
In days bygone poets rhymed without mics on
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microscope
It’s like a slideshow of my
Whole life up close
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microwave
Ultraviolet blazes inside this cave
This ain’t a microphone it’s a microchip
A device to flip memory bites through my lips
It’s nothin’ but a mic, though
When I go home
It’s the cyclone life of the microphone