Mic check
Kano Featuring Demon & Ghetto Lyrics
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Merking you right now that's my estimation. Dedication plus patience equals elevation, get your voice on
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. That's when you see me with a beard fuck 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, heard the beat and I was like gimmie
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.
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!
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. 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.
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!
The first verse of the song, "Mic Check", by Kano Featuring Demon & Ghetto, expresses the artists' lack of concern for anyone's reputation in the music industry. He is confident in his skills as a rapper and compares himself to Christmas decorations, stating that he is a star that shines from the top. He also talks about his level of dedication and patience which has earned him elevation in the music industry. He encourages others to put in effort to get their voices on any station, instead of wasting time debating. He speaks of long hours spent in the studio working while sporting a beard, and being too busy to even shave. This verse is mostly about Kano's work ethic and confidence, which has placed him on the top of the game.
The second verse of the song highlights Kano's superiority as a rapper. He dismisses others' attempts to compete with him, stating that even those who have tried can't match his skill. He is confident in his ability to hold his own and encourages others to give him the mic to showcase his lyrical prowess. He talks about how he writes and creates music at a fast pace, always staying ahead of the game. He also refers to himself as a sick kid, someone with a natural talent that sets him apart from the rest. This verse mostly showcases Kano's confidence and self-assurance as one of the best rappers in the game.
Overall, the song "Mic Check" is a testament to Kano's expertise and confidence as a rapper, while also emphasizing the importance of hard work and dedication in the music industry.
Line by Line Meaning
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 perceived status, I'm shining bright like a star on a Christmas tree.
Merking you right now that's my estimation. Dedication plus patience equals elevation, get your voice on
I'm defeating you right now, that's my prediction. Hard work and persistence result in progress. Use your voice.
Any station, why you waiting? Why waste time debating fucking around not raving, late night time I'm in the
Get your voice heard anywhere, why are you waiting? Stop arguing and start partying. I work diligently at night in the recording studio.
Studio slaving, 8 nights a week too many days in. That's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving.
I work hard in the studio day and night, seven days a week. I'm too busy to shave and I'm growing a beard.
I'm tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your plan backfired, you can look up anyone
I'm exhausted from writing rhymes, but I'm still a nuisance to you. Your plan didn't work. Ask anyone.
That's tried, they can't merk me never that, that's right its not that season nor that time, I ain't
Many others have attempted to defeat me but they couldn't. It's not the right season or time for that. I'm not boasting, I'm stating facts.
Boasting but I am that type, so shut your noise and gimmie that mic, heard the beat and I was like gimmie
Even though I'm not bragging, I still have that talent. So stop talking and give me the microphone. Once I heard the beat, I knew I wanted that mic.
That mic, and I wrote some fuck lyrics that night, I'm on point no falling behind. Its all in the music its
I grabbed the mic and wrote some great lyrics that night. I'm not slacking off in my skills. The key is the music—it's everything.
All in the mind, what you call it garage? What you call it grime? Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine
It's all in the mind, whether you call it garage or grime. Say it however you like—I don't mind.
But rhyme wise I got a short order of mine. Dukes, dee, whiley, ghetto these have got new flows all the time.
But I have a specific style of rhyming that suits me. Dukes, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto—all of them come up with new techniques frequently.
Testing mic check 1 2, someone so called your name, so what's new fuck him, fuck them, fuck you.
Testing, testing, 1 2. Someone said your name, but so what? Forget him, forget them, forget 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,
If anyone wants to compete with me, I'll gladly accept. Who's on the line? What's your name? There's a situation brewing that's getting heated.
Shuut up, what now? What krew? What nasty? Nah Fuck you!
Be quiet, what's happening now? What crew? What's the trouble? No, forget it. Fuck you.
My flows big, big, big I spit hits kid, big tings rude boy I'm done with this shit, quick, quick, quick
My rhymes are outstanding, I spit hits constantly. Big events, young man— I'm done with this nonsense. 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
My squad is on point and I'm fast like Taylor Swift. I'll threaten him with violence. He's rich, rich, rich, but I don't care.
Shit, you win some you lose some son life's a bitch, bitch bitch ain't that a bitch oh well bad luck piss
Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don't—life is tough. It's frustrating, but bad luck happens.
Piss, piss, piss. I was born to be rich, santa knows I had money on my christmas list and when you get some
Urinating in frustration. I was destined to be wealthy. Even Santa knows I put money on my Christmas list. When you have some money…
Comes chicks, then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss, hi hug kiss, kiss that how they greet me,
Obviously when you make the money, chicks come. All of your messages end in kisses. That's 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.
Because my rhymes are irresistible like a sickness, obviously, chicks come. I'm a sick kid. But when I spit fire, I'm unstoppable. However, I'm also vulnerable.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: TOMMIE FORD, TINA MOORE, CHRISTOPHER PURCELL, DANIEL RICE, NICHOLAS RICE, NIK ROOS, JAMES SMITH, MARTIJN VAN SONDEREN, ALICE SPOONER, THIJS DE VLIEGER
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