MIC Drop
Shayne Orok Lyrics
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They say
I dont care
Mic, grab it, gold spoons,
I make ' em pay, bothers me
You′re not even cooked,
You're steak meat over there
Call the chef, I'll make a feast of ya
World business (bang bang) Centrum
Concert first-seed (clap clap) cash in
Our breed unseen
Our class god-teir among thee
Shouldn′t mix the stench with the sweet
Mic Mic Bungee
Mic Mic Bungee
Bright light chargin'
Thought we′d fail, never succeed
But I'm fine, sorry
Forgive me Billboard
Forgive me Worldwide
I′m a king got everything now
Forgive me Momma
Parents at home, I'll take care of,
You won′t
Every concert sellin' out, no promo
I do it, I do it
You're a no good ratatouille
Hopin′ I make you jealous, go ahead,
Sue it
Did you see my bag?
Did you see my bag?
Trophies tear my bag apart again
How you think bout that?
How you think bout that?
Hater′s actin' like they never did
See they wanna be, wanna be like me,
Someone
I′m so firin', firin′ so high, top gun
Now you're on your feet, on your feet,
Run now, so long
How you dare
How you dare
How you dare
So many trophies, I know you want ′em
They're so heavy,
Need somebody to hold 'em
Mic Drop, Mic Drop
Bow down, watch it
Mind your mouth, mouth, watch it
Lodi Dodi, don′t wanna stop now
But I′m too busy for one body to handle
Mic Drop, Mic Drop
Bow down, watch it
Mind your mouth, mouth, watch it
These are words from me to ya
Wrong will be made right
Once upon a time
Aesop's moral, Fly
See your bitter karma, take its toll
Even if I′m through now, can't be more
(Turn up)
We goin′ all over the map
We take it one flight at a time
Yeah, I'm on the mountain
Yeah, I′m on the bay
Movin' in exhaustion
Mic Drop Bam
Did you see my bag?
Did you see my bag?
Trophies tear my bag apart again
How you think bout that?
How you think bout that?
Hater's actin′ like they never did
See they wanna be, wanna be like me,
Someone
I′m so firin', firin′ so high, top gun
Now you're on your feet, on your feet,
Run now, so long
How you dare
How you dare
How you dare
So many trophies, I know you want ′em
They're so heavy,
Need somebody to hold ′em
Mic Drop, Mic Drop
Bow down, watch it
Mind your mouth, mouth, watch it
Lodi Dodi, don't wanna stop now
But I'm too busy for one body to handle
Mic Drop, Mic Drop
Bow down, watch it
Mind your mouth, mouth, watch it
Haters gonna hate
Players gonna play
Live a life man
Yeah, good luck
No point, it′s over
It′s time to say goodbye
Don't talk it over
No need to apologize
No point, it′s over
It's time to say goodbye
Don′t talk it over
No need to apologize
Are you sad that this is all you'll be?
To the top, we shot like a cola
We make you shocked
Your corneas just won′t believe
Stars, we're born to be
B-B-Born to be, yeah
The lyrics to Shayne Orok's song "Mic Drop" are about the success of the artist and his crew. Throughout the song, Shayne Orok boasts about his accomplishments and how he and his team are unstoppable. In the first verse, he raps about how he makes those who underestimate him pay, and how his success shouldn't be surprising to anyone. The line "You're not even cooked, You're steak meat over there" can be interpreted as Shayne Orok saying that he outshines his competition with ease.
In the second verse, he talks about how his parents don't need to worry about him because he's taking care of them. He also calls out haters who pretend they've never seen his success before since they wish to be like him. The chorus is an anthem of his multiple trophies and accomplishments and how no one can hold them like him. He encourages people to watch their mouths when they talk about him, and he bids goodbye to the competition when he says, "Are you sad that this is all you'll be?"
Overall, the song is about how Shayne Orok and his team have worked hard to achieve their success and now look back at those who didn't think they could make it.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah You've got a spoon of dirt
I don't care what you think of me, you're insignificant
Mic, grab it, gold spoons, I make 'em pay, bothers me
I'll take the mic and show you how it's done, I'll succeed while you waste your time
You're not even cooked, You're steak meat over there
You're not even close to my level, you're just basic and unimpressive
Shouldn't mix the stench with the sweet, Mic Mic Bungee
Don't compare me to you, I'm superior and unstoppable
Forgive me Billboard, Forgive me Worldwide, I'm a king got everything now, Forgive me Momma, Parents at home, I'll take care of, You won′t
I've made it big and I'm successful, I'll take care of everything and everyone
Every concert sellin' out, no promo, I do it, I do it
I'm so talented and successful that my concerts sell out without much promotion
You're a no good ratatouille, Hopin' I make you jealous, go ahead, Sue it
You're nothing compared to me, and you're jealous of my success. Go ahead and try to sue me
So many trophies, I know you want 'em, They're so heavy, Need somebody to hold 'em
I've won many awards, and you're envious. But they're heavy, and you couldn't handle them
Lodi Dodi, don't wanna stop now, But I'm too busy for one body to handle, Mic Drop
I'm so busy and talented that I can't stop, and I'll show you how it's done with a mic drop
Haters gonna hate, Players gonna play, Live a life man, Yeah, good luck
People will always try to bring you down, but you should live your life and let them be
No point, it's over, It's time to say goodbye, Don't talk it over, No need to apologize
There's no need to dwell on the past, let's move on and say goodbye without apologies
Are you sad that this is all you'll be? To the top, we shot like a cola, We make you shocked, Your corneas just won't believe, Stars, we're born to be
You're jealous of my success, but I was born to be a star and I'll continue to shock and amaze you
Writer(s): Jeong Ho Seok, Kang Ho Weon, Kim Nam Jun, Shin Dong Hyuck, Sidney Selby, Bang Si Hyuk
Contributed by Addison L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.