Rock the Mic
Mykill Miers Lyrics


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"Ladies and gentlemen"

(When I'm rockin' the mic)

Uh, yeah, it's like this that's right
Diverse classics, Ill Boogie
This is how you gotta rock the mic (say what?)
There's ways to do it (that's right)
Step one

My-kill got skills that might make you pop pills
When I bust you cats duck like a dropped drill
Danger, the Carson strangler is on the loose
bang bang, lyrics ricochet like a deuce-deuce
MC's they pull on my nerves like a loose tooth
I ain't got it all y'all, I think one of my screws loose
Crews lose, in the contest
If you want to come test then come fresh
I think you better confess, 'cause you ain't all that fresh
You was in front of your boys, talkin' all that mess
Talkin' loud as hell, stickin' out your bird chest
But without your peeps, you get quiet and nervous
What happened to that tough guy trash talk
Better keep your mouth shut or you'll be on the asphalt
It's your own fault, I'll put your career to a halt
Your notebook and mic is outlined in chalk, but uh

Ey yo you gots to like the way I rock the mic
I rocks it right, the crowd be hyped
So get up (what?) And throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em all around like you just don't care

Ey yo you gots to like the way I rock the mic
I rocks it right, the crowd be hyped
So get up (what?) And throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em all around like you just don't care

I be servin' y'all, lyrically murder y'all
sayin' you can beat me on the mic man that's some nerve of y'all
I ain't never heard of y'all, who you say you was?
You ain't the hottest rapper out, you don't have a buzz
I intimidate wack rappers who try to imitate
I break your style down, let me demonstrate
Anyone who emulates, I obliterate
My mental state is too strong to manipulate
I have no apathy for a wack MC
My mission is to destroy those who battle me
I put rappers to death, if they can't bust tight
We can battle via fax, e-mail or website
I keeps it fundamental, on the instrumental
I be the rapper to death with a pencil
to put 'em in the hospital, they condition is critical
Bruised battered and scarred lookin' all pitiful

Ey yo you gots to like the way I rock the mic
I rocks it right, the crowd be hyped
So get up (what?) And throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em all around like you just don't care

You doin' way too much, thinkin' I'ma get touched
When I bust, I turn the microphone to dust
My mind control, yo it defines my soul
And I'ma keep rockin mics 'til it's my time to go
My kind of flow has never been heard befo'
I'm familiar to some of the true listeners know
that I'm about to set it, testin me you'll regret it
The true definition of what a vet is
Myke Miers is the most feared and dreaded
Man you gotta pay your dues homey, you can't get it on credit
And you gets wetted, and I'ma let it be known
I gotta set it, so the spot can't be blown
I'm in the zone, you better guard me 'cause I'm hot
I'm like time y'all (why?) because I can't be stopped
I figured out a long time ago that my kind of flow
Would outlast, the simple-minded cats tryin' to blow

Ey yo you gots to like the way I rock the mic
I rocks it right, the crowd be hyped




So get up (what?) And throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em all around like you just don't care

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mykill Miers's "Rock The Mic" champion the idea of how to effectively "rock" a microphone in the rap game. The song starts off with the classic phrase "Ladies and gentlemen" which sets the tone for the rest of the song, focusing on the art of MCing. Miers's first step to rocking the mic is showcasing his impressive skills that could make one pop pills. He is a lyrical danger and delivers lines that ricochet like a deuce-deuce (a .22 caliber gun).


Miers goes on to challenge other MCs, stating that they lose in contests against him and that they should confess because they aren't as fresh. He calls out those who talk tough in front of their friends but get quiet and nervous when alone. Miers's delivery is strong and confident, noting that he has no apathy for wack rappers and his mission is to destroy those who battle him. He keeps it fundamental on the instrumental, and he never takes shortcuts in his music. He's in the zone and won't be stopped.


Throughout the entire song, Miers emphasizes the importance of rocking the mic right and the impact it can have on the crowd. He urges listeners to throw their hands in the air and wave them all around if they like the way he rocks the mic. Overall, "Rock The Mic" is an ode to the art of MCing and the importance of delivering strong and confident rhymes to engage and captivate an audience.


Line by Line Meaning

My-kill got skills that might make you pop pills When I bust you cats duck like a dropped drill
Mykill is an impressive rapper and when he performs, people are amazed by his skills. People are so scared and intimidated that they react as if they are ducking a dropped drill. This shows that Mykill's rapping skills are so good that people's reactions to them are extreme.


Danger, the Carson strangler is on the loose bang bang, lyrics ricochet like a deuce-deuce
Mykill is an expert in the art of rap and his talent is like a dangerous weapon, making him the 'Carson Strangler'. His lyrics are so powerful that they are like bullets coming out of a deuce-deuce gun.


MC's they pull on my nerves like a loose tooth I ain't got it all y'all, I think one of my screws loose
Mykill is confident in his rapping skills, but other MC's annoy him like a loose tooth. He acknowledges that he might not have everything together, like he might have a screw loose, but this doesn't detract from his ability to rock the mic.


Crews lose, in the contest If you want to come test then come fresh I think you better confess, 'cause you ain't all that fresh You was in front of your boys, talkin' all that mess
Mykill is competitive and knows that other crews or rappers will lose if they try to battle him. He challenges them to come up with something new and fresh if they want to compete. He is calling out rappers who try to talk tough to impress their friends, but Mykill knows they're not as talented as him.


Talkin' loud as hell, stickin' out your bird chest But without your peeps, you get quiet and nervous What happened to that tough guy trash talk Better keep your mouth shut or you'll be on the asphalt
Mykill has encountered rappers who put up a front and try to act tough with their friends, but when they're alone, they're scared. He advises them to keep their mouth shut if they can't back up their boasts, lest they get knocked down and embarrassed by someone like Mykill.


I be servin' y'all, lyrically murder y'all sayin' you can beat me on the mic man that's some nerve of y'all I ain't never heard of y'all, who you say you was?
Mykill is confident in his rapping ability and knows he can defeat anyone who challenges him on the mic. He's astonished to hear from rappers he hasn't heard of, who claim they can defeat him, and wonders who they even are to make such a bold claim.


My mental state is too strong to manipulate I have no apathy for a wack MC My mission is to destroy those who battle me
Mykill sets himself apart by having an unbreakable mentality as a rapper. He is not sympathetic towards rappers he considers to be amateurish, and is determined to destroy anyone who tries to go up against him.


I'm in the zone, you better guard me 'cause I'm hot I'm like time y'all (why?) because I can't be stopped
Mykill is focused and in his element when he's rapping, and other rappers need to be on guard because he's on fire. He compares himself to time, which is unstoppable, because once he gets started, nothing can stop him from reaching his goal of being a great rapper.


I figured out a long time ago that my kind of flow Would outlast, the simple-minded cats tryin' to blow
Mykill's talent is not based in trends or passing fads, but in his unique style of rapping. He's confident that his style is timeless and will continue to be appreciated, even as other rappers who lack substance will eventually fade away.


Ey yo you gots to like the way I rock the mic I rocks it right, the crowd be hyped So get up (what?) And throw your hands in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't care
Mykill is a crowd-pleaser, making fans love the way he performs and getting them hyped up. He encourages fans to throw their hands in the air and have fun, even if they don't care about anything else but enjoying the music.




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Comments from YouTube:

BiG ShOeS tO fiLL!!!

If I had to explain hip hop as a genre to somebody, i would play them this track!

sagacio

This dude is one of the most underrated mcs in the underground scene.

Authentic Tunes

This brotha is DOPE, this album is definitely official. 

John Klenota

Haven't heard this in a while, it just popped in my head. Great that it's on here, good lookin out Goldunix!

MPDred

production tight!

cleiton soares

GOOD RAP!

Astif Caukinyeras

This was my favorite beat back in the day. Fuck I feel old :(

Nesto Cuellar

If this had a video to it it should have been hip hops farewell and it would've been sad but sick at the sane time

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