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Oscar Smith - Mic Check (feat. Johrace & Ben Jones) Lyrics



Oscar Smith - Mic Check (feat. Johrace & Ben Jones) Lyrics




Aye, Aye, Aye
Hop on the Track it's
My Time
Don't waste it because
Time Flies
I'm Flipping beats
Like Five Guys
I'm cooking heat like
Fried Rice
Throw compliments like
That's nice
Decent drip
Like Dry Ice
We gather up like
Nine-Nine
My saviour! He payed
The Price

Step back
Can't mess with the dreamers
Feedback
Like you're the receiver
SnapBack
Cause your hair receding
Clap back
Yeah I'm fighting my demons
Humming
And drumming
I'm caught in these feelings
Picking
And Strumming
My hands to the ceiling
Working
On something
You making
Assumptions
I'm trying
To Function
And focus on Healing

I Grab the Mic
Like it's my phone
About fall of a Cliff
I live my life
And watch the Throne
My musics more like a Gift
Weight of the world
I'm gone Lift
An Empty song
Need a Riff
You complain
Because your musics
Getting beat by a kid

I'm making Thunder
So Low Key (Loki) Like Thor's Brother
I'm rapping while you stutter
My lyrics are smooth as butter
BUT ARE you even offended
I stood my ground
I defended
While other people
Depended
On auto tune
And a pen lid
Oh wow

You don't even know who's better
Came in the game but stayed for the cheddar
Open the door but fold under pressure
Songs so trash when you don't put in Effort
Work so hard, you might think "too clever"
Drip to Hard. But you drop like a feather
Work in the Storm. I'm fighting the weather
This is my time. I'm better than Ever

I'm letting You Know
I'm Out of this World like Bruno
I'm Disappearing like Pluto
I'm Kicking it Back like Judo
Fix my work
This my Best
I know I say it
With my chest
Life is hard
But yeah I m blessed
I snatch the Mic
Now it's Mic Check
Aye!
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yah!

Testing 1,2 1,2
Almost check mate homie
Better make your move
All the choices you made
Influenced by social queues
Ugh, uhhh

Mic Check 1,2 1,2
Gotta go hard when I Rap like this
Gotta go cray when I Rap like this
Gotta be woke like an Activist
Tryna keep peace like a pacifist
God bring peace to antagonist
There ain't no Help in cannabis
It ain't all bright with endless bliss
There's some dark with turns and twists
Ugh uhh

Hello, Hello 1,2,3
Keep eating your lettuce homie
You don't want this Beef
Can't wait to see what God has
Got planned waiting for Me
I enjoying living in Freedom
But it ain't given for Free
Rappers glorify what they Take
But it ain't what it Seems
I'm on the Martin Luther ting
I got a list of some dreams
And Lately

I just want advice
Get closer to Christ
Getting Kinda Stubborn
I don't like to Cry
It'll be Alright
It'll be Alright
I just want advice
Get closer to Christ
It'll be Alright

Sorry, ugh
I got No reason to apologise
Keep all those issues in your head
Don't wanna hear No Lies
I saw my Father by Himself
I looked him him in the Eyes
Where is the pieces
Like the Love is coming in Disguise

I Might Check
All those Diamonds on your neck
Little Boy
Keep talking like you know the whole Gang
Little Boy
I'm playing with the Heart
Like it's a dirty Old Toy

Wonder if the Same Same
Who Claim to Be Figures
Had to do it for the City
But they keep on pulling Triggers
Catch Me in My Lane with colours
I be sitting with the Trippers
Catch me In My Lane with Thieves
I Be sitting with the Killers
I be, Home Home, soon
Catch me in the Afternoon
Dark sky's, Playing Tunes
People acting fake
Like a show cartoons
Take a trip to Space
I Be Rapping on the Moon

Zoom
That's the blast from my Jet
You can do the maths
30 Diamonds on my Neck
I be in the Gym
Lifting Bars, Flex a Peck
And if you cant communicate
You need to get your Mic Checked
Ugh!

I'm done with all of the Chatter
I scatter my thoughts like atoms
I'm whipping this up like Batter
My lyrics are sharp as Daggers
Don't stand to me
A striving Anomaly
And honestly
It's hard to speak
I'm sitting here writing
And fighting
Making a song a week

When people make garbage
And go platinum
See the Target
I must have it
I'm hardest
There's no capping
Yeah!
All my enemies behind me
While my friends will stand beside me
It's bout timing
But see my watch
And now it's time for shining
YUH!

Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
And a
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
And a
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
And a
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
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Aye, Aye, Aye
Hop on the Track it's
My Time
Don't waste it because
Time Flies
I'm Flipping beats
Like Five Guys
I'm cooking heat like
Fried Rice
Throw compliments like
That's nice
Decent drip
Like Dry Ice
We gather up like
Nine-Nine
My saviour! He payed
The Price

Step back
Can't mess with the dreamers
Feedback
Like you're the receiver
SnapBack
Cause your hair receding
Clap back
Yeah I'm fighting my demons
Humming
And drumming
I'm caught in these feelings
Picking
And Strumming
My hands to the ceiling
Working
On something
You making
Assumptions
I'm trying
To Function
And focus on Healing

I Grab the Mic
Like it's my phone
About fall of a Cliff
I live my life
And watch the Throne
My musics more like a Gift
Weight of the world
I'm gone Lift
An Empty song
Need a Riff
You complain
Because your musics
Getting beat by a kid

I'm making Thunder
So Low Key (Loki) Like Thor's Brother
I'm rapping while you stutter
My lyrics are smooth as butter
BUT ARE you even offended
I stood my ground
I defended
While other people
Depended
On auto tune
And a pen lid
Oh wow

You don't even know who's better
Came in the game but stayed for the cheddar
Open the door but fold under pressure
Songs so trash when you don't put in Effort
Work so hard, you might think "too clever"
Drip to Hard. But you drop like a feather
Work in the Storm. I'm fighting the weather
This is my time. I'm better than Ever

I'm letting You Know
I'm Out of this World like Bruno
I'm Disappearing like Pluto
I'm Kicking it Back like Judo
Fix my work
This my Best
I know I say it
With my chest
Life is hard
But yeah I m blessed
I snatch the Mic
Now it's Mic Check
Aye!
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yah!

Testing 1,2 1,2
Almost check mate homie
Better make your move
All the choices you made
Influenced by social queues
Ugh, uhhh

Mic Check 1,2 1,2
Gotta go hard when I Rap like this
Gotta go cray when I Rap like this
Gotta be woke like an Activist
Tryna keep peace like a pacifist
God bring peace to antagonist
There ain't no Help in cannabis
It ain't all bright with endless bliss
There's some dark with turns and twists
Ugh uhh

Hello, Hello 1,2,3
Keep eating your lettuce homie
You don't want this Beef
Can't wait to see what God has
Got planned waiting for Me
I enjoying living in Freedom
But it ain't given for Free
Rappers glorify what they Take
But it ain't what it Seems
I'm on the Martin Luther ting
I got a list of some dreams
And Lately

I just want advice
Get closer to Christ
Getting Kinda Stubborn
I don't like to Cry
It'll be Alright
It'll be Alright
I just want advice
Get closer to Christ
It'll be Alright

Sorry, ugh
I got No reason to apologise
Keep all those issues in your head
Don't wanna hear No Lies
I saw my Father by Himself
I looked him him in the Eyes
Where is the pieces
Like the Love is coming in Disguise

I Might Check
All those Diamonds on your neck
Little Boy
Keep talking like you know the whole Gang
Little Boy
I'm playing with the Heart
Like it's a dirty Old Toy

Wonder if the Same Same
Who Claim to Be Figures
Had to do it for the City
But they keep on pulling Triggers
Catch Me in My Lane with colours
I be sitting with the Trippers
Catch me In My Lane with Thieves
I Be sitting with the Killers
I be, Home Home, soon
Catch me in the Afternoon
Dark sky's, Playing Tunes
People acting fake
Like a show cartoons
Take a trip to Space
I Be Rapping on the Moon

Zoom
That's the blast from my Jet
You can do the maths
30 Diamonds on my Neck
I be in the Gym
Lifting Bars, Flex a Peck
And if you cant communicate
You need to get your Mic Checked
Ugh!

I'm done with all of the Chatter
I scatter my thoughts like atoms
I'm whipping this up like Batter
My lyrics are sharp as Daggers
Don't stand to me
A striving Anomaly
And honestly
It's hard to speak
I'm sitting here writing
And fighting
Making a song a week

When people make garbage
And go platinum
See the Target
I must have it
I'm hardest
There's no capping
Yeah!
All my enemies behind me
While my friends will stand beside me
It's bout timing
But see my watch
And now it's time for shining
YUH!

Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
And a
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
And a
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
And a
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
Mic Check, Mic Check, 1 2
Yuh
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Writer: Brandt Jones, Earl Stephens, Jr., Joseph Arrington, Mike Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid

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