Mic check
Kano (Feat. Demon & Ghetto) Lyrics

I don't give a fuck about your reputation, I'm the star from the top like christmas decorations, and me
I don't care about your status, I'm the main attraction, shining high like a Christmas ornament, and it's all because of me.

Merking you right now that's my estimation. Dedication plus patience equals elevation, get your voice on
I'm outsmarting you as we speak, that's my guess. Consistent hard work and patience yield success, get your voice heard

Any station, why you waiting? Why waste time debating fucking around not raving, late night time I'm in the Studio slaving, 8 nights a week too many days in.
You can get on any radio station, so why wait? Why waste time bickering when you can keep the win? I work tirelessly until late at night in the studio, so getting rest is rare.

That's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving.
When you see me with a beard, forget about clean shaving.

I'm tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your plan backfired, you can look up anyone That's tried, they can't merk me never that, that's right its not that season nor that time, I ain't Boasting but I am that type, so shut your noise and gimmie that mic.
I'm fed up with rhyming, but I'm a headache for everybody else. Your plan failed, you can check anybody who's tried and they can't outdo me. It's not their moment to defeat me. I'm not bragging, but I'm that good, so shut up the noise and let me take the mic.

Heard the beat and I was like gimmie That mic, and I wrote some fuck lyrics that night, I'm on point no falling behind.
When I heard the beat, I couldn't resist to take the mic and write some great lyrics on the spot. I'm on top of my game, never falling behind.

Its all in the music its All in the mind, what you call it garage? What you call it grime? Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine But rhyme wise I got a short order of mine. Dukes, dee, whiley, ghetto these have got new flows all the time.
Music depends on talent and creativity. Is it called garage? Is it called grime? Whatever you want to label it, I'm okay with it. But for rhyming, I have a specific way of doing it. Dukes, Dee, Wiley, and Ghetto are constantly innovating new styles.

Testing mic check 1 2, someone so called your name, so what's new fuck him, fuck them, fuck you. If they want to clash with me I would love to. Hello who is this? Who are you? There's beef on tasia, it's going off on the roof, Shuut up, what now? What krew? What nasty? Nah Fuck you!
Testing the mic, attention-seeking talkers claiming superiority, but who cares? Anyone who wants to battle me is welcome. Hello, who's there? What do you want? There's some sort of issue on the horizon, but who cares? Shut up, what's the problem now? Who's involved? Nah, forget about it. Screw you!

My flows big, big, big I spit hits kid, big tings rude boy I'm done with this shit, quick, quick, quick The shit click, click and ill be like swift put the stick to his ribs. He's rich, rich, rich take that Shit, you win some you lose some son life's a bitch, bitch bitch ain't that a bitch oh well bad luck piss, Piss, piss.
My style is authoritative and forceful, I spit out great music continually, and I'm tired of the nonsense. The music flows easily, and I'm quick on my feet. I'm full of great ideas and I deliver them quickly without fail. He's worked hard to become wealthy, but I don't care. Life is unpredictable and can go either way, and it's cruel. Oh well, bad luck, and I'm pissed off.

I was born to be rich, santa knows I had money on my christmas list and when you get some Comes chicks, then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss, hi hug kiss, kiss that how they greet me, All because I flow ill like a sickness, I'm a sick kid, but when I spit hot shit I'm on fire, but I'm a big blitz.
I was born to be wealthy; even Santa knows that, seeing as I always asked for money on my Christmas list. When you get some money, girls come flocking, and all your texts end with kisses. Everyone greets me affectionately because I'm exceptional at this craft, but I'm like a disease. I'm a sick artist, but when I rap, I'm on fire, and I'm unstoppable.