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Mic Check
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Produced By: WHP Beats Written By: J. Umstead
hiphop lyrical pittsburgh underground rap west virginia east coast rap
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20 years deep in the craft - raw bars, real stories, and soul-driven hip-hop straight from the hills of West Virginia
I’m an underground rapper from Morgantown, WV, and I’ve been rapping, writing, and producing albums for over 20 years. My name’s a throwback to hip-hop’s roots when "def" meant excellent and an MC was more than just a rapper; he was a storyteller and a presence. My sound draws inspiration from East Coast artists like Nas, A Tribe Called Quest, and Lupe Fiasco. At the end of the day, I’m just here to make meaningful music that cuts through the noise and tells my story.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,863
Peak in subgenre #136
Author
Def MC 4Life
Rights
The Street RX 2012
Uploaded
July 12, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB 160 kbps 2:54
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo, uh [Chorus] Mic check, mic check, one, two I wanna tell the world how I first met you Ride or die chick, meet my ride or die crew Got my head spinning like a shot of Grey Goose Ride or die chick, see my ride or die crew (ri-ride or die) We get a little live, yeah, we get a little loose (ri-ride or die) You got a little something, yo, I got a little too (ri-ride or die) You're the type of girl that a kidda gotta scoop, right? (right?) [Verse 1] I'm just kidding girl, call me JK I'm the opposite of AK, I aim And when I hit the spot, I get it all day That's in contrast, so check the wordplay I'm like a white Wayne, and you're my jersey I get you on, wear you out, but you don't fade Like a new day, you're my new chick You're my money maker, ain't that Ludacris? That's ludicrous, I'm a crazy kid (ha) And you're a brainy girl, so I'm the big quiz Big biz, shawty is my right hand Get more action than these haters with they right hands (haha) Gone keep you wide awake And afterwards, you can watch me as I hit the hay (yeah) Laugh my ass off, no shit to say If I was Drake, then I'd do the hook this way [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm a real man, and you're my dream chick I got big dreams, but you're a realist, so I'ma kill this I'm gonna stack my money up like accounting, back before my deal hit I'm gonna take another minute, give you proper due These other girls so jealous the way you make it move These other guys so jealous the way I make you croon You're making love to that mic up in that vocal booth We hit our stride, you always seemed to bust a pose Now you get to freezing up as if my tongue were cold I know my tongue is quick, the whole alpha bit I mean alphabet, I ain't need the numbers yet (nah) So grab the sheets shawty, I'ma show you dialect You'll be saying things that you ain't even know you said This party's done, so, now I get the money next I get to clearing house like I was a wired check (hahaha) [Chorus] [Outro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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