, when you're on the mic you gotta sing Or rap real fast so the people can bring All their knowledge, satisfaction Their musical college of transactions They're letting you know they feel the flow They're letting you know that the pocket's gotta go You gotta stay as close as you can Like kindergarten, find your cubby if you can Don't steal someone else's water bottle, man That's not cool, that's like germs Like catch me if you can, achoo Yeah, bless you, gonna come through With another beatbox jam for you Yeah, I'm not gonna beatbox on the mic live But the backing track was made with a beatbox For like twelve seconds of time It's like a [vocalizes beatbox rhythm] Oh, that's the end of the track, let's loop it back [Chorus] Yeah, when you're on the mic, you gotta sing it back Say it plain, say it fast, keep the pocket on track If the beat's in the room, then the room's alive Hands up, heads nodding, let the whole thing ride Yeah, when you're on the mic, don't overthink Just drop that line and let the speakers sync We came for the hook, we came for the sound Turn it up, bring it back, let it spin around , we feeling the flow, we went into our soul We checked all the crates and we pulled something out That sounded kind of great here we go We gotta unfold, we gotta develop our future goals We gotta picture it and then take the risk We gotta light it up and take a hit And then here we go, here we soar Yeah, why we always talk about drugs? They're not that cool Yeah, stay in school, that's where you should be But don't fall asleep and don't drool Close your mouth, tape it up if you got to I think some people do that in the CPAP After the math of needing some better sleep Because you're stressed out from all the stuff we eat Yeah, speaking from experience, it's not great [Chorus] Yeah, when you're on the mic, you gotta sing it back Say it plain, say it fast, keep the pocket on track If the beat's in the room, then the room's alive Hands up, heads nodding, let the whole thing ride Yeah, when you're on the mic, don't overthink Just drop that line and let the speakers sync We came for the hook, we came for the sound Turn it up, bring it backspin around Why we gonna bump this? Who the heck wants to know About this final notice? You're getting kicked out Of the music pouch, the groove's mine I'm taking the pocket back now like girls' jeans Dough means we need to have a full hand For our phonies and our chonies We're wearing those underneath our pantalones I know it's pantalones, but I'm white, sorry Lo siento, my bad, sorry Hopefully the beat's a little bit happier 'Cause I'm feeling kind of sad sometimes But I try not to talk about it in front of other people So I put it in my music instead So here you are, suffer, sucker, uh Feeling the boom bap and then this guy's voice Just makes it more whack, but it was kind of cool Until he started making noise And I just wish he would, you know, give it a rest Uh, one more time around the bend Pocahontas coming, seeing colors with a friend Yeah, oh yeah, we get in loose Going around the South Bend like an obtuse Uh, climbing up like a mongoose up a tree But it's a rock face, North Face Yeah, we went South Bend, now we're chilling at North Face[Chorus] Yeah, when you're on the mic, you gotta sing it back Say it plain, say it fast, keep the pocket on track If the beat's in the room, then the room's alive Hands up, heads nodding, let the whole thing ride Yeah, when you're on the mic, don't overthink Just drop that line and let the speakers sync We came for the hook, we came for the sound Turn it up, bring it back, let it spin around
