E-Dubble - Who Invented the Mic lyrics
[E-Dubble - Who Invented the Mic lyrics]
My rap songs are strictly on a need to know
Now the cat's out the bag
Cause I need to flow
And change up styles for people
Who been waiting a while
Cause fans want Irish Toothache
On their radio dial and I can't blame them
Cause there's a lyrical drought
When the number one single on
The charts is about white t-shirts
Crunk juice and gold-ass teeth
Man, if I want to make a video about that
I would go two sheets
So I dumbed down the rhymes
On this one for you
Monosyllabic - even catch 'em if
You're deaf or mute
Or stupid shit, I can't predict the outcome
Of my rhymes when I go
And I perform them live and I'm
I'm talking on this track i
Can't even imagine that
I wouldn't have fathomed that
Or gathered that as factual facts
Your momma's way too fat your
Tracks are way too whack
Let's take this back to old-school times and
Act like we still rap on wax
God bless the people who invented the mic
Without Hip-Hop, music's like a seatless bike
It's useless for you stupid amateurs
Don't abuse this music just get loose to it
My vernacular is not natural
People don't speak like this that's because
People can't understand when you
Speak this fast
And get pissed off when they can't keep up
And I like it that way, because now
I have my own language that only I can speak
And only other Hip-Hop heads
And true blue fans can communicate with me
Better grab yourself a stenographer
Better get yourself a typist
You won't like this, but you'll bite this
And later on claim that you can write this
But, you can't write this, and we all know it
I give you the microphone to try to show then
You hop on stage and the beat comes on
And even you know that you're
Going to blow it now the whole entire place
Is laughing in your face
You start to act a fool take a swing at me
Now security's using mace
But fuck mace we got fists to feed
Irish Toothache's stand on stage with me
Getting kicked in the stomach so many times
You'd think all our shoes
Were made with cleats
Now the cat's out the bag
Cause I need to flow
And change up styles for people
Who been waiting a while
Cause fans want Irish Toothache
On their radio dial and I can't blame them
Cause there's a lyrical drought
When the number one single on
The charts is about white t-shirts
Crunk juice and gold-ass teeth
Man, if I want to make a video about that
I would go two sheets
So I dumbed down the rhymes
On this one for you
Monosyllabic - even catch 'em if
You're deaf or mute
Or stupid shit, I can't predict the outcome
Of my rhymes when I go
And I perform them live and I'm
I'm talking on this track i
Can't even imagine that
I wouldn't have fathomed that
Or gathered that as factual facts
Your momma's way too fat your
Tracks are way too whack
Let's take this back to old-school times and
Act like we still rap on wax
God bless the people who invented the mic
Without Hip-Hop, music's like a seatless bike
It's useless for you stupid amateurs
Don't abuse this music just get loose to it
My vernacular is not natural
People don't speak like this that's because
People can't understand when you
Speak this fast
And get pissed off when they can't keep up
And I like it that way, because now
I have my own language that only I can speak
And only other Hip-Hop heads
And true blue fans can communicate with me
Better grab yourself a stenographer
Better get yourself a typist
You won't like this, but you'll bite this
And later on claim that you can write this
But, you can't write this, and we all know it
I give you the microphone to try to show then
You hop on stage and the beat comes on
And even you know that you're
Going to blow it now the whole entire place
Is laughing in your face
You start to act a fool take a swing at me
Now security's using mace
But fuck mace we got fists to feed
Irish Toothache's stand on stage with me
Getting kicked in the stomach so many times
You'd think all our shoes
Were made with cleats