[Intro]
Alright listen up
I just walked out of the Hospital right now
Didn't give a fuck, this is right now
I think Open Mic is out, about 11 hours
Theirs a laptop here, I'm gonna be on twitter all day
Like holla at me innit anybody
This is the test, this is to see who is real and who is fake UK!
Fuck the long talk, Yeah!

Yo, this ain’t the first time you’ve heard of me
You already know it’s Mic
Third eye open wide
Say you wanna know my life
Wanna know what insides look like
Alright I’ll show you mine
Put it on a show promote it invite you
And call it Open Mic

You man are shook of me in open white
You think you’re cold as ice, fosters and lime
I’ll slit my throat before I choke on my pride
I’m a shock to this spine
Give him chills, kill the Mic
After that he’ll keel over and die
I’m an emotional guy
My emotions don’t lie
They control what I write
I’ve got God on my side
And I’m'a rock it till the wheels fall off for the ride
If I’m honest I feel like they’re robbing me blind
CauseiIt’s real and they still want to stop me from shining
I’m from the bottom, land of the lost and forgotten
I’m the underdog, yeah the underdog
If you don’t love me, what the fuck you want?
Funny how it’s the ones you watch
Funny how I come around now your touching cloth
Before you run your gob
Until you found out I run with dogs
That prick runs round
If you ever rob my swatch
Then divert the call, now your in touch with God
Still the underdog
From that underground
But now I’m the boss and older
I see my life in a whole new light
You know my bars
You know my bars dawg there's no disguise
I speak the facts and I won’t condone the lies
Beat the strap, fam I will just blow your mind
I let go of the emotions I hold inside
I ain’t weak for that I’m deep for that
I’m letting off steam
You wanna see me rap then close your eyes
Whatever floats your boat I ain’t the boosting type
That I don’t need a Roley to show me time
That shit is over priced
Most of my homies are broke and why?
We come from a ghost town so it's no surprise
We in a broke down whip with broken lights
Had to ditch that piece of shit 'cos in a moments time
I’m warming up for Jayko I had a show that night
It’s a merry-go-round but would you go round twice
For that gold pound we’ll be up all night
Everything’s got a price I’ve even sold my wife
Typical Arabic land yeah I’m married to rap but
FUCK THAT
I will Tom, Dick and Harry that slag
Yet I’ll bang her from the back 'til the batty is flat
I’m a family man I’ll be dammed if I don’t provide
Still independent everything I write I own the rights
No I ain’t signed you want to roll lets ride
Say you wanna back real rappers show me a sign
You said the game needs someone to expose the lies
Then go on iTunes now and buy Open Mic
You’ll be like dude "Wow! I just stole from Mic!"
Fucking right too pal I suppose your right
I never said I was the best, I let the roads decide
I put the intro where the end if you don’t notice why
Well here’s why
Because the outro is the intro on the roads with Mic
Anyone from any walk of life can walk inside and join the riot
All you need is a open mind
Spread your wings, fly threw an open sky
Cross my heart hope to die, stick my eye with a needle
Yet I am no eagle that I think is flying with seagulls
May I remind you the power lies with the people
You cowards lie to the people, I don’t mind that we’re equal

Life’s an open book for you
Just ride there ain’t no time to be deceitful
I said there ain’t no time to be deceitful
Its your story of a author who is seeking aphoristically
Before we learn to talk we explore its in our genes
Before we’re brought up and taught stuff
Before the lies living in our minds brought us misery
A child's mind is fertile ground from a little seed
To sprout from our thoughts and form like a little tree
That’d be the tree of knowledge
We swallow gossip, follow the voice that told aqua-back
That apple I think knowledge is poison
Knowledge of choices
Living for tomorrow and forgot what the point is
Listen up

Who’s to say it’s the truth I’m giving you?
All depends upon what you choose to listen to
What do you perceive? Who do you believe?
Don’t believe me, Don’t believe no one else
Don’t even believe yourself
The real you will come out when you be yourself
And when you realize the human being you see is a shell
The real you deep down try to scream for help
It's try'n'a scream for help

The perfect person is lurking inside of you trying to rise to the surace
It’s like he's in a cell and he don’t deserve it and only you can free him from jail, don’t desert him
Yo, it’s so disturbing, too much knowledge fuck brace yourself, huh!
This could be heaven but we make it hell, yeah
I think I just fucked Satan's girl, why?
Cause someone wants me out of this crazy world
But I’m crazy too, I do like crazy do, I hate the game it makes me puke
I’m taking aim, aim and shoot still a marksman
Always been a grafter
Kill an arse-licker
I always knew my father, still a bastard
Shit I can’t miss I’m picking targets
I think my aim's improved
Maybe because I ain’t been blazing zoots
Always had the red eye, like my brain got nuked
I would have to get high I couldn’t face the truth
Look what manipulation can make you do
It will make you lose faith now my face renewed
And that’s why I rate Lowkey for breaking loose
Look at the game renewed it's in ruins and I hate it too
I think a culture is a weapon that they can use
To breed ignorance and racist views
And if it weren’t the only way to pay for food
I tell the truth Kizzy I would do the same wit' you
But for some weird reason I feel like I can make it through
And if you made it blood then I can make it too
I swear down I can make it too
I can see why you have a doubt
I used to believe the words that I heard from a rapper's mouth
'Til I analyzed what the average rapper raps about
And it’s a pack of a lies that's why I feel like I have to shout
Is this what happened to Hip-Hop?
Then poor out some Dragon Stout, ashes to ashes
This music that we're mad about
This game ain't ours it’s their's, they destroyed the art
And now they point and laugh
They hit us in our heart with a poison dart
Man I'm the last real rapper with a point to prove
Can I show you the game from my point of view
Artists produce arse-lick the A and R’s
The A and R’s are the answers to the boys in suits
But who employs them? You
You gave them the choice to choose to avoid the truth
But truth say they fucked up the game in the UK
Yeah they fucked up the game in the UK!
Everyone’s someone else that why I respect Wiley, Tiny, Wretch, Ed, Fem Fel
Real artists fend for themselves, don’t ask me why I’m getting less sales
Underground rappers can’t sell themselves
How they gonna prevail when I rest fail?
Should I quit spitting?
Nah righteous, spit, spit about sliding in your wife
And riding chicks might as well cause sex sells
Should I spit about killing my ex-girl?
Cause fucking hell drugs sell

Fuck off, Arghh!

Yo, (don't know what he says here sorry)

Fuck that I wouldn’t change for ten mill
I wouldn’t change for 'ed still
Even if it meant success, yes wealth
And fuck treading on eggshells
You rappers tread on themselves
Thinking they're fresh to death the bread's stale
I’ve been hospitalized, thinking dawg
It’s the end of the world if his op on my neck fails
Now I look on Twitter see all the people that are wishing me to get well
And I think…

Arghh, Fuck man!
That’s it (x2)
Fuck it (x2)

Yo... Yo

I can say it to my final breath
It’s like theirs an open Mic outside your ends
If you’re onside then invite your friends
I just beg you remember you’re side of the fence
And I will continue to deliver like I’m express
That’s an unwritten deal you sign inside your head
That happens systematically when you buy my shit
Ain’t nobody got time for my retirement
It happens systematically when you buy my shit
Go on iTunes now and fucking buy my shit
If you wanna rap real real rap then fucking buy it then
Cause ain’t no one got time for my retirement
I said nobody’s got time for my retirement
You wanna back real rap then fucking buy it then

Open Mic
Fucking out tonight, Midnight
Lets Rep this real shit!