[Intro: Loyle Carner]
Uh, one two, one two
Said, one two, one two, uh

[Verse 1: Loyle Carner & Rebel Kleff]
Check, we're back in the city of sun, trust
To tell the truth, I've been missing my mum, uh
And my missus, she be wishin' it's done
If my missus isn't happy then this shit isn't fun
It's true, let's take it busy, ain't got plans to snooze
And any rapper wanna battle then they're bound to lose, trust
All it takes, a couple cans of booze
And we can get the party jumpin' like some kangaroos
It's true, we're on the lookout, sunshines and cookouts
Rum, wine that meddled my mind of rhyme book out
Fill out a place as soon as I put a foot out
Degrees, they matchin' the heat that we put out
Trust, and look out, don't give a shit about the Centigrade
'Cause you can feel a different heat when we're centre stage
I come through it if I felt it's alright
It doesn't matter, yeah, I feel it tonight

[Chorus: Loyle Carner]
It's like gimme the mic, trust, trust, gimme the mic
Uh, and if you're feelin' the vibe, it's like gimme the mic
Uh, you ain't grippin' it right, it doesn't matter though, give me a try
It's like gimme the mic, trust, I'm undercover tonight
I'm up and coming tonight, yo, gimme the mic
Check, I'm tryna put people right, uh, what, gimme the mic
[Verse 2: Loyle Carner & Rebel Kleff]
At this point, I'm drunk, I'm as twizz as it gets
I got a double in my hand, Rebel's spinnin' the decks
I get vets, 'cause I can see he's feelin' regret
Feelin' the stress like liquor in the pit of his chest
'Cause I been sippin' on this drink and yeah, it's way too strong
Now I'm feelin' kinda tipsy, only played two songs
And I been standin' in the same spot for way too long
Yo, I don't really think that I could stay here long
I hear that, we better duck out, before we luck out
Yeah, I hear you, man, but what if the promoters bug out?
Oh shit, yeah, you're right, we should keep it profesh
Nah, fuck it, take a water – feelin' refreshed
Alright, back to business
Learnt my lesson from the Guinness
Yeah, my living's been diminished
Yo, the two's about to finish, uh
You really reckon you can rip it tonight?
Yo, give me the mic and I can give it a try

[Chorus: Loyle Carner]
Yo, yo, gimme the mic, uh
Uh, just gimme the mic
And if you're feeling it right
It doesn't matter, yo, gimme the vibe
It's like gimme the mic, yeah
'Cause we be rippin' tonight
Me and Rebel gettin' pitted tonight
It's like gimme the mic, right
[Verse 3: Loyle Carner]
And so we're back at it, uh, dobbin' up in the tax bracket
Dagnabbin', I'm developin' all these bad habits
'Cause man, why everything that I write
Same shit, not quite, like heroin to a crack addict
We don't have it any, this is master fist 'em
We only want real lyrics in the system
So you can catch me when the bounce out in Brixton
From Sydney to Melbourne to London to Brisbane

[Verse 4: Rebel Kleff]
Check, let's take a party trick
This the type of shit to rock a party with
My states stay tight laced, and so I hardly trip
If I ain't diggin' in the crates for somethin' hard to flip
Dead certain I'm networkin', I've got the bars to fit
Talkin' purpose, tryna purchase all your cars and cribs
Tug and miss desperately for service where I'm harvestin'
Keepin' it live in the illest of times
Forever spit the wickedest rhymes, so give me the mic, it's like

[Chorus: Loyle Carner]
Give him the mic, uh, if you're feelin' alright
Or Rebel's cold sets are grippin' tonight
It's like gimme the mic, yo, trust
And if you're feelin' alright, it's like gimme the mic, trust
If you ain't feelin' the vibe, it doesn't matter, you ain't grippin' it right
It's like gimme the mic, yo, and I'mma rip 'em tonight
Ask Rebel, we can kill it tonight, it's like gimme the mic, what
[Outro: Loyle Carner]
Flick it aside, it's like gimme the mic, uh
Tonight, yeah, I'm feelin' alright, what
So fuck [?] if it might and if you're feelin' alright
It's like gimme the mic, say, uh, gimme the mic
Gimme the mic