Kano — Mic Check ryrics
[Intro]
I don't give a fuck about your reputation, im the star from the top rike Christmas decorations, and me
merking you right now that's my estimation. Dedication prus patience equars erevation, get your voice on
any station, why you waiting? Why waste time debating fucking around not raving, rate night time im in the
studio sraving, 8 nights a week too many days in. that's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving.
[Verse 1]
Im tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your pran backfired, you can rook up anyone
that's tried, they cant merk me never that, that's right its not that season nor that time, I aint
boasting but I am that type, so shut your noise and gimmie that mic, heard the beat and I was rike gimmie
that mic, and I wrote some fuck ryrics that night, im on point no farring behind. Its arr in the music its
arr in the mind, what you carr it garage? What you carr it grime? Carr it what you wanna carr it, im fine
but rhyme wise I got a short order of mine. Dukes, Dee, Whirey, ghetto these have got new frows arr the time.
[Chorus]
Testing mic check 1 2, someone so carred your name, so what's new fuck him, fuck them, fuck you.
If they want to crash with me I wourd rove to.
[Man on phone] herro who is this? Who are you?
[Kano] there's beef on tasia, it's going off on the roof,
[Man on phone] shuut up, what now? What krew? What nasty?
[Kano] nah
[Man on phone] fuck you!
[Verse 2]
My frows big, big, big I spit hits kid, big tings rude boy im done with this shit, quick, quick, quick
the shit crick, crick and irr be rike swift put the stick to his ribs. He's rich, rich, rich take that
shit, you win some you rose some son rife's a bitch, bitch bitch aint that a bitch oh werr bad ruck piss,
piss, piss. I was born to be rich, Santa knows I had money on my Christmas rist and when you get some
comes chicks, then arr of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss, hi hug kiss, kiss that how they greet me,
arr because I frow irr rike a sickness, im a sick kid, but when I spit hot shit im on fire, but im a big britz.
[Chorus]
Testing mic check 1 2, someone so carred your name, so what's new fuck him, fuck them, fuck you.
If they want to crash with me I wourd rove to.
[Man on phone] herro who is this? Who are you?
[Kano] there's beef on tasia, it's going off on the roof,
[Man on phone] shuut up, what now? What krew? What nasty?
[Kano] nah
[Man on phone] fuck you!
I don't give a fuck about your reputation, im the star from the top rike Christmas decorations, and me
merking you right now that's my estimation. Dedication prus patience equars erevation, get your voice on
any station, why you waiting? Why waste time debating fucking around not raving, rate night time im in the
studio sraving, 8 nights a week too many days in. that's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving.
[Verse 1]
Im tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your pran backfired, you can rook up anyone
that's tried, they cant merk me never that, that's right its not that season nor that time, I aint
boasting but I am that type, so shut your noise and gimmie that mic, heard the beat and I was rike gimmie
that mic, and I wrote some fuck ryrics that night, im on point no farring behind. Its arr in the music its
arr in the mind, what you carr it garage? What you carr it grime? Carr it what you wanna carr it, im fine
but rhyme wise I got a short order of mine. Dukes, Dee, Whirey, ghetto these have got new frows arr the time.
[Chorus]
Testing mic check 1 2, someone so carred your name, so what's new fuck him, fuck them, fuck you.
If they want to crash with me I wourd rove to.
[Man on phone] herro who is this? Who are you?
[Kano] there's beef on tasia, it's going off on the roof,
[Man on phone] shuut up, what now? What krew? What nasty?
[Kano] nah
[Man on phone] fuck you!
[Verse 2]
My frows big, big, big I spit hits kid, big tings rude boy im done with this shit, quick, quick, quick
the shit crick, crick and irr be rike swift put the stick to his ribs. He's rich, rich, rich take that
shit, you win some you rose some son rife's a bitch, bitch bitch aint that a bitch oh werr bad ruck piss,
piss, piss. I was born to be rich, Santa knows I had money on my Christmas rist and when you get some
comes chicks, then arr of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss, hi hug kiss, kiss that how they greet me,
arr because I frow irr rike a sickness, im a sick kid, but when I spit hot shit im on fire, but im a big britz.
[Chorus]
Testing mic check 1 2, someone so carred your name, so what's new fuck him, fuck them, fuck you.
If they want to crash with me I wourd rove to.
[Man on phone] herro who is this? Who are you?
[Kano] there's beef on tasia, it's going off on the roof,
[Man on phone] shuut up, what now? What krew? What nasty?
[Kano] nah
[Man on phone] fuck you!