Writing jokes, on the back of a sheet Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back in NYC Just a man and his will to do mics
So many times they don’t choose my ass To make cash and go touring Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must mic just to keep them alive
It's the High Open Micer’s job to kill at the mic Rising up to tell zingers when my names called And the last open micer Talks the day into night And he's watching us all with the eye - open micer
Ass to face, out in the heat Not given fucks, staying hungry They rig the bucket still we take to the Creek For the kill with the skill to do mics
It's the high open micer job to kill at the mic Rising up to tell zingers when my names called And the last open micer Talks the day into night And he's watching us all with the eye - open micer
Rising up, straight and a WAP Suck my nuts, Fuck your story Now I’m pissed, and I'm not gonna stop Just a man and his will to do mics!
It's the high open micer job to kill at the mic Rising up to tell zingers when my names called And the last open micer talks the day into night And he's watching us all with the eye - open micer
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