Honour Mic Lyrics - Mic Righteous

[Verse 1] 

Mic ain't got no friends on the mic 

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype 

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz 

And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike 

Do what you can, I'll do what I like 

Too many begs on too many hypes 

Too many threats when nobody dies 

Not enough fistfights, too many knives 

Too many skets telling too many lies 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Make sure that you ain't using your cock 

When you man are out here choosing your wife 

Make sure that you man are using your head 

Or you might just start losing your mind 

Tell the mandem start using your head 

Or you might just start losing it 

I forsee shadows, call me shallow 

Think I'm being parrow, catch me falling 

Four feet narrow, need more crow 

Call the green sparrow 

Cause I need ammo for this old arrow 

Your seagulls will run from seagulls 

Score shots, score shots, yeah crow 

Out here posted up like scarecrows, woo! 

Been doing this shit for years bro 

All my heroes are weirdos 

Don't fear us, hear us 

And please don't let no wasteman near us 

Bad vibes polluting the sky 

I know full well that I ain't going to jail 

Or doing time, or really putting a body on a nine 

And killing somebody who was lying 

About every other body on his nine 

Cause every other body isn't getting bodied, am I lying? 

Nah man I ain't rating you really though 

I see a snake in your video, what's the point 

You're making and taking a video 

Just to act like Drake in a video 

Silly yo chap 

Ask anyone, yeah I really don't rap 

Ask anyone, yeah I really throw hands 

It's 2016, every rapper is a roadman 

And every roadman wanna rap now, really though fam? 

[Hook] 

Mic ain't got no friends on the mic 

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype 

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz 

And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike 

Do what you can, I'll do what I like 

Too many begs on too many hypes 

Too many threats when nobody dies 

Not enough fistfights, too many knives 

Too many skets telling too many lies 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Too many, too many, yeah 

[Verse 2] 

All rise for Your Honour Mic 

Alright, let's take them on a ride 

To live lavish is all we want in life 

Y-O don't die, we multiply 

Grew up on the countryside 

Do or die, young man dies 

Suicide, we breed like 

Sewer mice, can't see my 

View on life but true are blind 

Y-O till I'm traumatised 

Y-O but you oughta buy it 

Y-O but you're pouring white 

Why don't we want more in life 

I'm chasing dreams, planning schemes 

Trynna get my family out the streets 

For more than for the night 

As long as we alive, get organised 

Never had a court order in my life 

You're not a good criminal, if you're famous for crime 

Never been caught, I just caught a vibe 

Never been caught, I just caught the virus 

Too sick, never been nicked 

(Never been x3) 

Never been nicked 

I'm intelligent prick 

Mic ain't got no friends on the mic 

On a terrorist vibe on here in this bitch 

All rise for Your Honour Mic 

When I'm on the mic, don't think cause I bark 

I ain't gonna bite 

Jealousy lies in my enemy's eyes 

Everybody emcees, but they won't ever be Mic 

I'm a lowlife, but the levels be high 

Talking ketamine high 

I'm flying, think I need co-pilot's validation 

I'd be lying if I said that I'm happy 

That I haven't made it, I'm waiting 

I have the patience 

Dead brain cause you can't see my talent wasted 

Best in the game, anybody go against what I say 

Fuck a pen and a paper, I'll just smash your face in 

[Spoken] 

Fuck the truth, I want the zoot 

The whole zoot and nothing but the zoot 

[Hook] 

Mic ain't got no friends on the mic 

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype 

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz 

And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike 

Do what you can, I'll do what I like 

Too many begs on too many hypes 

Too many threats when nobody dies 

Not enough fistfights, too many knives 

Too many skets telling too many lies 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Too many, too many, yeah 

"I would've cussed them yeah 

But Alhamdulillah, I keep it halal all the time 

Like, a hundred percent, all the time 

Like, it's so obvious bruv, even my nan can see 

That you lot are flirting 

Simples, it's normal, it's calm." 

[Verse 3] 

Too many players and not enough pay cheques 

Only one game with too many faces 

Too many man, too many many majors 

Not enough soldiers and too many paigons 

Too many snakes, too many many wastemen 

Too many gay men who have got straight friends 

Rappers getting raped is a pain in the anus 

All this in the vainful name of entertainment 

Fuck who's better, too many never made it 

Too many got berserk turned to an Eddie Vegas 

Too many lames, too many petty haters 

Too many burials and not enough acres 

Sitting there wasting, who said we ain't shit 

I want names, it's 2016 and the game ain't changing 

No room for the new generation 

Cause they just BLEEP, laters 

[Hook] 

Mic ain't got no friends on the mic 

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype 

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz 

And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike 

Do what you can, I'll do what I like 

Too many begs on too many hypes 

Too many threats when nobody dies 

Not enough fistfights, too many knives 

Too many skets telling too many lies 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Too many, too many, too many times 

Too many, too many, yeah 

[Spoken Outro] 

"Yo G, it's [?] 

I just thought I'd reach out to man 

Becuh I don't miss nothing out here still 

I see a couple little fuckery and dem ting dere 

But nothing but support from southside my G 

And my gang and everyting man 

Ya nuh wah I mean so 

Hate when deez likkle frackles man think 

They can come up in the game and just think they can 

Voice their opinion about anybody blud 

You know what I mean, just because they got little 

Trap paper on road and all dem ting dere 

Look, I rate everybody for what they're doing you know 

Blud when I saw that likkle yute say a couple little tings I was 

Like nah nah nah nah nah nah nah 

[?]"