Grip Da Mic Tight Lyrics

Yeah

Magnificent 7 in the house

Clark Kent and a crew of seven MC's

It's all that

We gon' show you how we grip the mic

We gon' do our little thing

Now let the beats flow on and let the rhymes flow on

Will Ski, why don't you jump in, come on

[VERSE 1: Will Ski]

Hip-hip-hooray, zippedy-doo-da

Well, here's a jolly good fellow without one flaw

DJ, play my records till the cows come home

What's goin on inside my dome?

Needle to the groove as the records spin clockwise

Everybody make room, Clark is on the rise

(Clark Kent gonna cut it up

Come on

Clark Kent, why don't you cut it up?)

Diffy-diffy-damn, I'm giffy-gonna sippy-sippy-slam

Don't you know who I am?

Da-na, da-na, get out the water

... run for the border

Who will be the next to flex in my direction?

Here comes the injection, feel the full aggression

Of me, Ski, how plainly can I put it?

I never have to foot it, Dame drives a Path

I laugh, hahaha, it's hilarious

My styles are various, let me take care of this

Stand back when the lips are nice

Big Doug, time to grip the mic

[VERSE 2: Big Doug]

Them the brothers gonna do a simulation just for you

And the verse that I kick is the color true

Down with the sounds of the future, the Flavor and the Super

-men once again Clark Kent is a trooper

Yo pause, no cream, it's just the way it seems

What's a bro to do when the beat drops clean

On the 1, 2, yeah, like that

Peace to the Supermen in the black hats

Yo, peace to my crew cause they all get some

The corporation of the lords of the drum

My brother Flash Back, heard you run with Dash (Huh?)

Grip the mic (When?) Next not last

[VERSE 3: Flash Back]

Contrary to the laws of nature, Flavor on the one

Flash Back comin back right about now

For the hoes fair a world premier

The future crew knew that we do what we have to

Cosmos grew a little brighter, turned into a writer

Producer and a microphone fighter

Cause it don't make sense when you can't ah...

Huh? Yeah? Oh - express yourself

Finetune rhymes to come into the lime, room

Made for the black kid tryin to flip a lid

Grip the mic, T. Strong, show the MC's that you're rugged

Ready to configurate the raw

[VERSE 4: T. Strong]

Yo, I'm on a higher level than bass and treble

And when I'm on the mic, I'm the wrong man to step to

My rhyme'll shoot ya

Beat me? More power to ya

Cause I got the smoother manoeuvre

Shorty should back up and breathe, baby buster

Cause even when I'm by myself I crush the

Competition into little kibbles and bits

And I make more hits upon more hits

Any rhyme you write you know I will top ya

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I'm bein the best that a blackman can be

Blowin up just like Oprah Winfrey

I put glamour in a night, damn I'm a sight

To see, and if I rip it right, hold tight

T. Strong is in effect takin it light

It's all on Relay to come grip the mic

[VERSE 5: Relay]

Hold up, wait a minute, pause Clark - cool

It's the rhythm kingpin, I need to be smooth

(As I come back with a new kinda beat

Relay - drop it to em)

Hey yo, pop-pop-fizzle-fizzle, pop-pop wiggle with your waistline

A rhymthm when I wreck shop

Kaleidoscope from the beat, neck vibe when the beat's thick

Uptown swingin it, focus while I'm wringin it

Base to the back and back to the basics

Quick with the lyrics (? ) wear Asics

Or better yet Timberlands when it's time to kill a man

Shawn, grip the mic with the gangster lean

[VERSE 6: Sean Wan]

I'm goin strip-strip-strip it, take the mic and rip it

And my opponent's through from the moment I grip it

So settle down, seckle, ease back and swing low

Piggy-back a tempo when cream on the flow

And I'll ride it cause I'm excited, about to groove on

The hip-hop smooth on the 560 cruise on

The path, the trail, the truth, no vails

All flip scripts with hip-hop lip

Cause it's the hard (hard) pack (pack) stance

Yeah, the [edited] man

Once again on the track with the family

Kickin the flavor [edited] can't stand me

See me, wish you'd beat me, wanna test me

Vex me, but I won't let it stress me

[VERSE 7: Suave Lover]

Can I get a level, can I get a cue?

Can I get some volume, can I get some room?

Can I break it down, yep, I think I can

Can I be the man, my song's about to slam

A-fee-fi-fo-fum a-fum, the fee, the fi

Check the rhyme as I swing this to those who wanna try

Watch me as I get loose, the Suave's about to get warm

So hear this as I shape this rhyme into rapping form

Conduct the grammar of the utmost fliest nature

Get with the Suave cause I'm the caramel flavor

Figure there's no question of who's the perfectionist

Into this, so take a good sniff

Ki-kick a rhyme or two to flex off my fitness of quickness

To show you that the Suave is human swiftness

Nudge my nose, give a glance and shrug my shoulders

[Edited] your head up if drunk or even sober

But wait a minute, cause I'm about to get in it

Cause any competitive contest, I'm sure to win it

Kickin more than just a style and different kind of techniques

So sit back and relax [?] as a pro speaks

Yeah

Like I said we did our [edited] thing

Clark Kent and the Magnificent 7 here to make it swing

Big shout out to Will Ski, Big Doug

Flash Back, T. Strong, Relay, Big Sean Wan, Suave Lover

Dame Dash

My man Lil Shawn

Jesse, my man Ross

We did our thing, you can't front

All you suckers who don't know the time, get with it

That's how to fly a rhyme, youknomsayin?

That's how we grip the mic real tight