Reach for the Mic - thebandwithnoname

Now I’m ready to explode like a nail bomb

Mans will be sayin where the heck did he come from

Ya head move back and forth like a game of ping pong

Check ya navigator I’m direct like a TomTom

Never quittin cos i know dat I’m headstrong

Big in the game runnin tings like King Kong

Smellin fishy like sushi from Hong Kong

Check ya head top cos ya must have put it on wrong

This beat is nice this beat is raw

But what about all the punks

That wanna come down and bump on the floor

D’ya want my advice

D’ya want some more

Everybody wants a track that’ll never sound wack when ya

Play it hardcore

I’m on fire when i reach for the mic

A live wire when I reach for the mic

I get higher when I reach for the mic

When I reach for the mic

Yeah i preach on the mic

I spit bars and I’m keepin it tight

Nuff scars but I’m still keepin it tight

With the mic in my hand I can chat about what is real

Crackin the box of truth open

Like Noel Edmonds on deal or no deal

So make room in this room so I can chat my spiel

You feel the skill move it move it like Reel 2 Reel

I’ve seen the light by livin life in the darkness

I’m crawlin out maintainin my ground regardless

Depressed by cess buildin up in my carcass

I can’t parole my inner sole it’s my Father’s