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Is the Mic Still On? Video (MV)




Performed By: Marcus A. Brown
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Marcus Brown




Marcus A. Brown - Is the Mic Still On? Lyrics




I want you, the right way, I want you babe
I want you, but I want you to want me too
Man, that's how I feel at the crib sometime
Yeah, aye
The streets is talkin' I know that ya' heard about shorty from 73rd
Used to post up on the curb, now we post up in the burbs
I still gotta' get used to the feeling of all of these white people calling me Sir
Still gotta' stay on alert (Fa the opps), still gotta stay on alert (Fa the cops)
I'm from the trap, but I wasn't a trapper, in fact I was more of a nerd (A lame)
Still ain't no lackin' In case somethin happen I'm clapping till niggas avert
But I'd rather move back to the crib ova east
And pay off the mortgage increasing the worth
But the way that my grandma be actin' that shit ain't gon happen
So ima just leave that to her
I do this for all of the shorties I hope that they listen, I know that they hear me
They probably won't feel me 'till somebody kill me
And then they come up wit some crazy conspiracy
Talkin' 'bout how I was saving the hood, really not really tho, not that I wouldn't
Just when the hood stopped f*ckin' with me to a certain extent I said maybe I couldn't
Some people feel I used to be woke, must've sold out so I wouldn't be broke
If that was the case then instead of me driving a truck I would lie to you niggas for votes
Really don't matter if you a Republican or you a Democrat, it's all a joke
Shit is the same in the hood, ain't no changing the hood
If the hood ain't on change on they own
Note, no generational wealth, not enough knowledge of self
Taxes, inflation and gentrification and lack of nutritional health
Women depending on government spending pretending they ain't gettin help
Still the family court and the child support set up to put all the fathers through hell
Well, I had to get at that jam, I had to stick to my plan
I had to keep doin' me and one day they might see what I had to withstand
When you look at the way they be lookin' at me
When they see me come back to the land
It's like I'm the enemy and I'm the friend, I wonder if they even know who I am, damn
That's it
Is the mic still on
Check it out tho', to anybody listening
Whoever you are, wherever you at
I just wanna' say, I appreciate you
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I want you, the right way, I want you babe
I want you, but I want you to want me too
Man, that's how I feel at the crib sometime
Yeah, aye
The streets is talkin' I know that ya' heard about shorty from 73rd
Used to post up on the curb, now we post up in the burbs
I still gotta' get used to the feeling of all of these white people calling me Sir
Still gotta' stay on alert (Fa the opps), still gotta stay on alert (Fa the cops)
I'm from the trap, but I wasn't a trapper, in fact I was more of a nerd (A lame)
Still ain't no lackin' In case somethin happen I'm clapping till niggas avert
But I'd rather move back to the crib ova east
And pay off the mortgage increasing the worth
But the way that my grandma be actin' that shit ain't gon happen
So ima just leave that to her
I do this for all of the shorties I hope that they listen, I know that they hear me
They probably won't feel me 'till somebody kill me
And then they come up wit some crazy conspiracy
Talkin' 'bout how I was saving the hood, really not really tho, not that I wouldn't
Just when the hood stopped f*ckin' with me to a certain extent I said maybe I couldn't
Some people feel I used to be woke, must've sold out so I wouldn't be broke
If that was the case then instead of me driving a truck I would lie to you niggas for votes
Really don't matter if you a Republican or you a Democrat, it's all a joke
Shit is the same in the hood, ain't no changing the hood
If the hood ain't on change on they own
Note, no generational wealth, not enough knowledge of self
Taxes, inflation and gentrification and lack of nutritional health
Women depending on government spending pretending they ain't gettin help
Still the family court and the child support set up to put all the fathers through hell
Well, I had to get at that jam, I had to stick to my plan
I had to keep doin' me and one day they might see what I had to withstand
When you look at the way they be lookin' at me
When they see me come back to the land
It's like I'm the enemy and I'm the friend, I wonder if they even know who I am, damn
That's it
Is the mic still on
Check it out tho', to anybody listening
Whoever you are, wherever you at
I just wanna' say, I appreciate you
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Writer: Marcus Brown
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