It's a rocky road to countrysides a rock n' roll
To a pot dealer a popper fiend's a pot of gold
No cop or constable is stopping the product growth
Since they legalized finding better prices like impossible
You can't beat em' join em, it sounds like free employment
Just like this rap game, they can't flow the stream was poisoned
Enough of the weekend warriors on point, seek and destroy em
Only double up was reinforcements, rapper's turned police informants
Creep up on em least expected, bad meets evil lethal weapon
Text your mom's delete the message, Summy since prepubescence
Accuracy is needle threaded, came up from the pizza breadsticks
Plate's full with the meat and veggies, and I only eat when ready
But it's chill right, use the mic like a steel pipe
Hit your head with this real life, ask yourself what it feel like
Pretty white boy Vanilla Ice stuck in the middle of a pillow fight
Started feeling wavey off the Psilocybin she get wet quicker than the Minute Rice, ha
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
I'm beginning to feel a shift
The monster is a live, and I am not in fear of this
Die upon my feet before I take a break
Face to face staring at my destiny and I ain't blink
I am something finer like the Bible
You will bow before my greatness impatient to my arrival
Sinner's get left, my blood is f*ckin vital
Your penmanship is senseless you better off suicidal
Because you as far as I know, nothing, that's a high note
You less than nothing cousin you negative as a vinyl
I don't rap for titles, I rap to snap the silence
Slack jawed on arrival I'm flattening all they vitals, man
This easier than it should be
I slave away daily when nobody else is looking
I ain't a mic checka I'm a f*ckin mic wrecka
Stationed here with Satan with grace I apply pressure mothaf*cka
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
Ayo it's Clubber Laing, don't f*ck it up you know the name
Only hold the flame, I ain't cutting up with Novacaine
Flow insane, stole the game, homie you don't know the pain
Came up from the darkness yeah that same shit that molded Bane
Like that dude from Notre Dame, labelled me the under dog
Know I'm in the main event, started on the under card
The golden era came and went now rappers rocking Wonder bras
Barely even made a dent and I'm feeling like the Thunder God
Wooh! Bout to feel the strike from the hammer
The way I got bars it's like I'm doing life in the slammer
Like your first grade teacher boy I'm nice with the grammer
Me against you in a battle that's like fighting my Grandma
You do your thing, you slinging and caught a body?
Two days in the bing you'll be singing like Pavarotti
Talking bout you pop the shotty, walk around like Gotti
Now you in the lobby with some chalk around your body boy it's Clubber
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
If y'all the best then who am I? These rappers isn't fly
These rappers is not as business savvy as they seem to naked eyes
I must've served like 80 pies, your hay day was my worst in time
I always been a hustler, and a pro, and a lady's guy
Who's my competition, no opposition
You thought being bad was skipping your class to serve detention
I knew dope boys at twelve, learning all my lessons
OG popping Benzo's f*cking your bitch playing Nintendo
That's my god damn innuendo, I'm in the back
Forty with redneck shooting Prohib weapons with big extendos
Crack the Kawi do an endo, the whole year I been on they throat
The rain bringer got em bailing out the boat
If they stop, then they drown, they can't stay afloat
Hooligang I got the dope, like your local dealer at the corner store
I got the poison and the antidote, P Doc
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
Whiteboy Scummy - Mic Checka (feat. Spark Houston, Clubber Laing & P Doc) Lyrics
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It's a rocky road to countrysides a rock n' roll
To a pot dealer a popper fiend's a pot of gold
No cop or constable is stopping the product growth
Since they legalized finding better prices like impossible
You can't beat em' join em, it sounds like free employment
Just like this rap game, they can't flow the stream was poisoned
Enough of the weekend warriors on point, seek and destroy em
Only double up was reinforcements, rapper's turned police informants
Creep up on em least expected, bad meets evil lethal weapon
Text your mom's delete the message, Summy since prepubescence
Accuracy is needle threaded, came up from the pizza breadsticks
Plate's full with the meat and veggies, and I only eat when ready
But it's chill right, use the mic like a steel pipe
Hit your head with this real life, ask yourself what it feel like
Pretty white boy Vanilla Ice stuck in the middle of a pillow fight
Started feeling wavey off the Psilocybin she get wet quicker than the Minute Rice, ha
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
I'm beginning to feel a shift
The monster is a live, and I am not in fear of this
Die upon my feet before I take a break
Face to face staring at my destiny and I ain't blink
I am something finer like the Bible
You will bow before my greatness impatient to my arrival
Sinner's get left, my blood is f*ckin vital
Your penmanship is senseless you better off suicidal
Because you as far as I know, nothing, that's a high note
You less than nothing cousin you negative as a vinyl
I don't rap for titles, I rap to snap the silence
Slack jawed on arrival I'm flattening all they vitals, man
This easier than it should be
I slave away daily when nobody else is looking
I ain't a mic checka I'm a f*ckin mic wrecka
Stationed here with Satan with grace I apply pressure mothaf*cka
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
Ayo it's Clubber Laing, don't f*ck it up you know the name
Only hold the flame, I ain't cutting up with Novacaine
Flow insane, stole the game, homie you don't know the pain
Came up from the darkness yeah that same shit that molded Bane
Like that dude from Notre Dame, labelled me the under dog
Know I'm in the main event, started on the under card
The golden era came and went now rappers rocking Wonder bras
Barely even made a dent and I'm feeling like the Thunder God
Wooh! Bout to feel the strike from the hammer
The way I got bars it's like I'm doing life in the slammer
Like your first grade teacher boy I'm nice with the grammer
Me against you in a battle that's like fighting my Grandma
You do your thing, you slinging and caught a body?
Two days in the bing you'll be singing like Pavarotti
Talking bout you pop the shotty, walk around like Gotti
Now you in the lobby with some chalk around your body boy it's Clubber
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
If y'all the best then who am I? These rappers isn't fly
These rappers is not as business savvy as they seem to naked eyes
I must've served like 80 pies, your hay day was my worst in time
I always been a hustler, and a pro, and a lady's guy
Who's my competition, no opposition
You thought being bad was skipping your class to serve detention
I knew dope boys at twelve, learning all my lessons
OG popping Benzo's f*cking your bitch playing Nintendo
That's my god damn innuendo, I'm in the back
Forty with redneck shooting Prohib weapons with big extendos
Crack the Kawi do an endo, the whole year I been on they throat
The rain bringer got em bailing out the boat
If they stop, then they drown, they can't stay afloat
Hooligang I got the dope, like your local dealer at the corner store
I got the poison and the antidote, P Doc
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
To a pot dealer a popper fiend's a pot of gold
No cop or constable is stopping the product growth
Since they legalized finding better prices like impossible
You can't beat em' join em, it sounds like free employment
Just like this rap game, they can't flow the stream was poisoned
Enough of the weekend warriors on point, seek and destroy em
Only double up was reinforcements, rapper's turned police informants
Creep up on em least expected, bad meets evil lethal weapon
Text your mom's delete the message, Summy since prepubescence
Accuracy is needle threaded, came up from the pizza breadsticks
Plate's full with the meat and veggies, and I only eat when ready
But it's chill right, use the mic like a steel pipe
Hit your head with this real life, ask yourself what it feel like
Pretty white boy Vanilla Ice stuck in the middle of a pillow fight
Started feeling wavey off the Psilocybin she get wet quicker than the Minute Rice, ha
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
I'm beginning to feel a shift
The monster is a live, and I am not in fear of this
Die upon my feet before I take a break
Face to face staring at my destiny and I ain't blink
I am something finer like the Bible
You will bow before my greatness impatient to my arrival
Sinner's get left, my blood is f*ckin vital
Your penmanship is senseless you better off suicidal
Because you as far as I know, nothing, that's a high note
You less than nothing cousin you negative as a vinyl
I don't rap for titles, I rap to snap the silence
Slack jawed on arrival I'm flattening all they vitals, man
This easier than it should be
I slave away daily when nobody else is looking
I ain't a mic checka I'm a f*ckin mic wrecka
Stationed here with Satan with grace I apply pressure mothaf*cka
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
Ayo it's Clubber Laing, don't f*ck it up you know the name
Only hold the flame, I ain't cutting up with Novacaine
Flow insane, stole the game, homie you don't know the pain
Came up from the darkness yeah that same shit that molded Bane
Like that dude from Notre Dame, labelled me the under dog
Know I'm in the main event, started on the under card
The golden era came and went now rappers rocking Wonder bras
Barely even made a dent and I'm feeling like the Thunder God
Wooh! Bout to feel the strike from the hammer
The way I got bars it's like I'm doing life in the slammer
Like your first grade teacher boy I'm nice with the grammer
Me against you in a battle that's like fighting my Grandma
You do your thing, you slinging and caught a body?
Two days in the bing you'll be singing like Pavarotti
Talking bout you pop the shotty, walk around like Gotti
Now you in the lobby with some chalk around your body boy it's Clubber
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
If y'all the best then who am I? These rappers isn't fly
These rappers is not as business savvy as they seem to naked eyes
I must've served like 80 pies, your hay day was my worst in time
I always been a hustler, and a pro, and a lady's guy
Who's my competition, no opposition
You thought being bad was skipping your class to serve detention
I knew dope boys at twelve, learning all my lessons
OG popping Benzo's f*cking your bitch playing Nintendo
That's my god damn innuendo, I'm in the back
Forty with redneck shooting Prohib weapons with big extendos
Crack the Kawi do an endo, the whole year I been on they throat
The rain bringer got em bailing out the boat
If they stop, then they drown, they can't stay afloat
Hooligang I got the dope, like your local dealer at the corner store
I got the poison and the antidote, P Doc
Mic checka one two one two
Can I do my one two my one two?
It's getting live come through, come through
Respect the mic checka one two one two
Writer: Jeremy Laing, Michael Boland, Michael Wilson, Patrick Docherty
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Whiteboy Scummy
Language: English
Length: 4:24
Written by: Jeremy Laing, Michael Boland, Michael Wilson, Patrick Docherty