Uhh, yeah, this ain't super meaningful
I'm just having fun, you know

I'm coming back to remind I'm still grinding
Been on the low, down to business my own I've been minding
Finished hiding, back to writing, bet these goofies still biting
It's too exciting, implying I gave up cause me you despising
Please watch as this Fenyx Rising, I feel Immortal
You too informal, I'm far from normal, I don't do quarrels
cin't a competition, hell with tradition, been my position
I'm sick as hell I gotta do this again cause y'all don't listen
This is non-fiction, tale of a villain, as it is written
Because of a vision, the reason why i'm so driven
This is the cake with the icing, yeah I've been in the kitchen
My peace sign up, index finger down if you didn't get it
Not the one at all who you should be doubting, I'm sprouting
My chickens I'm counting, my high horses I'm mounting
So quit your shouting and pouting, admit my verses be pounding
Quit hounding me on how I'm sounding, and just admit it's astounding

The mic, the mic, the mic, microphone checker
I can do everything you can only better
Said that it ain't no giving up, never ever
Wait for me to lose you'll be waiting round forever
The c, the q, u, a microphone checker
You can claim you the best you know that I'm better
csking when imma call it quits, the answers never
If you wait to me to lose you'll just wait forever

Sicker and slicker than pervs on the hardest liquor
Quicker than strippers running bare through winter in slippers
Send you to pick up plasticware if you ask for pitchers
c quart will never hold me, the judge saw im no quitter
Runt of the litter, a hard hitter, a heavy spitter
They think I'm sweeter than chocolate, I just give em a snicker
Cats be all talk like the hood drunks when they bicker
Full of vigor, hell of a critter, I never wither
They say I'm back and I'm cocky, tell me who bout to stop me
When I tried to be nice, goofies thought they would drop me
The story is never ending, dig up Jonathan Brandis
Pray like a mantis, then keep up with all of your hateful glances
You'll be standing round forever waiting on me to lose
Pick and choose ya battles, you'll be Bobby Bland with the Blues
If you think of stepping to me saying it can be done
Cause you already labeled me odd tell me who one

The mic, the mic, the mic, microphone checker
I can do everything you can only better
Said that it ain't no giving up, never ever
Wait for me to lose you'll be waiting round forever
The c, the q, u, a microphone checker
You can claim you the best you know that I'm better
csking when imma call it quits, the answers never
If you wait to me to lose you'll just wait forever