Verse 1

Gimme my microphone, im gonna make some noise
Because My soul is ready now, Bidi-baba baba baow-baow
Hey you
Throw your hands in the air
Boom boom boom boom and i just don't care
Eeeeeeeeeeaaahhhh, Listen up
Listen up
I represent my style and i don't stop
Quiet man and Bignorton, they are here
They are here, they are here, they are here, they are here
Do you hear my voice? I represent my stage
You know
I have no sadness and i have no rage
Mic Check 1-2
I shine like a star but i don't give a shit And I gotta break my mic
My sweat is cold, my skin is cold, my hand is cold
Hey man
Don't think about me when I Lose my control
You know, I got my mic and i got my soul

Chorus
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
Verse 2

You know
I have a question, did you hear DEAD ZEAL?
Oh my god, they don't wanna keep it real
Fuck you, CLASSIC
Fuck you, TRZ
You don't know my soul, You're gonna hate me
So you don't deserve my respect and i have no problems
Motherfucking problems
Fuck you, enemies. Fuck you, enemies
Fuck you-fuck you-fuck you
Enemies
Oooooohhhh eeeeeeeaaaahh i like it
You know it and i don't stop
My soul is hot and i often feel my flame
I often begin and i often play my game
My sweat is cold, my skin is cold, my hand is cold
Hey man
Don't think about me when I Lose my control
You know, I got my mic and i got my soul

Chorus
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
I've got the mic, I've got the soul
I've got the mic, I've got the soul