[instrumental long extended intro] [gritty guitar riff] [drums break] [verse 1] We rolled into town, with our blues in the back, Guitar in hand, and the night all black. Settin' up the stage, under the southern stars, The moonlight's our spotlight, no need for cars. The crowd's gatherin', feelin' that heat, Anticipation's risin', they're on their feet. The band's tuned up, ready to ignite, In this little town, we're bringin' the light. [guitar break] [Chorus Many voices] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [Verse 2] The drummer's beatin', the bassline's tight, Keys are hummin', everything's right. The singer steps up, mic in his hand, Ready to unleash, the best in the land. His voice is the thunder, in the night so still, Words like lightning, electrifyin' thrill. The mic's hungry, it's got an endless need, To devour those rhymes, it's time to feed. [guitar break] [Chorus Many voices] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [guitar break] [Bridge] The sweat's pourin' down, the crowd's in a trance, Lost in the music, they just wanna dance. Every note, every word, a story unfolds, In this bluesy night, legends are told. The mic's growlin', it's got an appetite, For the deepest truths, and the darkest night. It craves the wisdom, the pain, and the joy, The essence of life, it wants to destroy. [extended instrumental break] [extended guitar solo] [Chorus Many voices] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [Verse 3] As the night wears on, the energy's high, Under the spell of the bluesy sky. The singer's pourin' his heart out raw, To the greedy mic, that wants it all. Every strum, every beat, every soulful cry, Feeds the hungry mic, as it reaches the sky. The crowd's in rapture, the night’s alive, In the blues, we find, where our spirits thrive. [bass break] [Chorus Many voices] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [Outro] When the last note fades, the dawn creeps near, The greedy mic's sated, it’s clear. But the echoes of the night, linger still, In the hearts of the crowd, that had their fill. So remember this tale, of a bluesy night, Where the mic's hunger, fueled the light. And when you step up, to share your song, Feed that greedy mic, make the night long. [Refrain] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [extended outro] Under the spell of the bluesy sky. The singer's pourin' his heart out raw, To the greedy mic, that wants it all. Every strum, every beat, every soulful cry, Feeds the hungry mic, as it reaches the sky. The crowd's in rapture, the night’s alive, In the blues, we find, where our spirits thrive. [bass break] [Chorus Many voices] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [Outro] When the last note fades, the dawn creeps near, The greedy mic's sated, it’s clear. But the echoes of the night, linger still, In the hearts of the crowd, that had their fill. So remember this tale, of a bluesy night, Where the mic's hunger, fueled the light. And when you step up, to share your song, Feed that greedy mic, make the night long. [Refrain] Grip grip da mic, he feels greedy Feed him with your wise rhymes, and be ready Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [extended outro] Prepare your tears if ya can't be steady Don't be lazy cuz' Greedy mic has no pity [extended instrumental break] [guitar solo] [extended outro]
