CHC Beatlab - Mics Ain't Free Lyrics

We can't quit managing hardships
My hearts ripped-I'll equipped
Survival of the fit?
Like Darwin and Galapagos
Everybody knows it knows
That weak become food
So suppose that's how it goes in my prose,
To surpass, we can't lapse man
American Dream, we can't pull up our bootstraps
But the young youth, they walking without boots
Denied truth, no proof, living life that's uncouth.

Hate yea you wanna
I never was on corner
All my words are born of a
Sub-burn and corneas
Peeped on what corny is
Steeped in wild prejudice
From the sub-educates
While gs were goners
I see how the measurers
Creep where the borders is
Get your man Jerry
Man gerrymandering on us
And lawmakers are fake
And the state's slanderin' on us
They rakin' in all the dollars
By makin' brothers to goners

Yeah I'm sauced up, bossed up
Rhymes getting tossed up
Training with the homies
In the means to get our cost up
They don't understand all the work it took to get here
Put the heart and soul into my mic I keep it sincere
Stu is the move and we ain't movin', kid we been here
So familiar with tech we sound check like engineer
Man we really tough think we getting tougher
They don't really hear me spit but I just do it undercover
Word to my mother, I stand for my brothas
Ten toes from head to my buttas
Like us or love us
We mean what we say, cause we say how we feel
Boy this mic ain't free so like a G keep it real

Couldn't save for a rainy day bought a gold chain,
See, The thing about that chain
It comes in different pains
Oh you know them new kicks, those Gucci belts
Tell em what's left?
You a mental slave
Couldn't pave a way
So you clinged to waves
Whose to blame
Well look in the mirror
It couldn't be any clearer
Cuz I'm agitated, matter fact aggravated
Why can't I speak my piece
Man I miss my peace
Cuz I'm livid
Man
And my brothers keep that dream vivid
Keep that dream vivid
You gotta keep that dream vivid
Keep it vivid now

They said mics ain't free
Mos def they ain't free enough
Think they got the keys
No locks could keep this tucked
Quiet on one knee
They still tell you to not speak up
Land of the free
Now that's where fact becomes a bluff
The fact of the matter
Is we chatter chatter chatter
When word comes to action
All y'all pissed like a bladder
Look! You need a ladder
Temper hot as that Nevada
If I got on ya level
It could lead to blood spatter
I'm a rapper
Adapter
That makes a rap-ter
But, I'm not from Toronto
I work like a head honcho
So don't come knocking on my door
Telling me to drop low
The volume on my hot flow
My audio is auto
I execute like Pablo
So when I drop pi-anos
That's the end of your años
And I gotta say adios
And I gotta say adios