CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Heat Up Da Mic
I'm like a pencil, i'm really really sharp
The haters be like a balloon, I make em pop
Made 4 albums last year, they were bad
At that time, I thought they were rad
People say that the rap game was a fad
Cypress Hill made more good beats then I eer had
Sorry for the simple rhyme scheme
I never change up topics, but do you have to be mean?
I'm bouta diss a lot of people, I wrote down a list
If you gonna beef with me, you will meet a fist
Of pain. Don't you battle me again
In a rap battle, i'm always gonna win
When i'm in the building you better rap. Sike!
Gotta keep the mic smokin' always heatin' the mic
Had a few friends, now they are like rappers
They thinkin' they be cool. They don't know the words:
Boom, Bap, Wild and Wes
I told a man, did you like this beat, he said: yes
You haters sleepin' on me like you are in a nest
Well if you sleep that much you might wanna rest
An hour a day, man I thought I was the best
Of my label. You too loud like a killer whale
Now think about this
I think I might wanna diss
This little punk. He tryna underestimate
You gonna pick your poision, that's your fate
You never made a beat that I like
Every rapper gotta go and heat up the mic
The haters be like a balloon, I make em pop
Made 4 albums last year, they were bad
At that time, I thought they were rad
People say that the rap game was a fad
Cypress Hill made more good beats then I eer had
Sorry for the simple rhyme scheme
I never change up topics, but do you have to be mean?
I'm bouta diss a lot of people, I wrote down a list
If you gonna beef with me, you will meet a fist
Of pain. Don't you battle me again
In a rap battle, i'm always gonna win
When i'm in the building you better rap. Sike!
Gotta keep the mic smokin' always heatin' the mic
Had a few friends, now they are like rappers
They thinkin' they be cool. They don't know the words:
Boom, Bap, Wild and Wes
I told a man, did you like this beat, he said: yes
You haters sleepin' on me like you are in a nest
Well if you sleep that much you might wanna rest
An hour a day, man I thought I was the best
Of my label. You too loud like a killer whale
Now think about this
I think I might wanna diss
This little punk. He tryna underestimate
You gonna pick your poision, that's your fate
You never made a beat that I like
Every rapper gotta go and heat up the mic
