Gimme the Mic by Jake Morse Lyrics

Quote from the song “Gimme the Mic” by Jake Morse

I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
That’s word to Grand Pu ayyo I thought you knew fool
I got love for hip-hop it ain’t stopping
So gimme the microphone and let me rock it
I just touched down, on the east side
Coming from the west side, living my best life
I’m a ghost when I rhyme, I go into hiding
The homies spitting and writing
Ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
I never sleep at all
Cause sleep is the cousin of death
Hip-hop running through my breath
You best protect your neck, when I grips the mic
Cause when I grip the mic
I swear to god I’m nothing nice
You see, me without a mic is like the coast with no cliffs
Queso with no chips, Tie Domi with no fist
The Yotes with no Biz, a scope with no lens
Or bros with no gym, or hoes with no dick
Ayyo I need it, ayyo it set me free
So gimme the mic gimme the mic and let me be
Cold nights on the east coast, New Year’s Eve
Every day feeling like a damn dream, Chuck

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Gimme the Mic”

• Featuring: Chucky Slick
• Produced: RAZZ
• Written: Chucky Slick, Jake Morse
• Recorded At: Morse Code Records
• Release Date: February 1, 2018

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Gimme the Mic” Released in 2018

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[Verse 1: Chucky Slick]

I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
That’s word to Grand Pu ayyo I thought you knew fool
I got love for hip-hop it ain’t stopping
So gimme the microphone and let me rock it
I just touched down, on the east side
Coming from the west side, living my best life
I’m a ghost when I rhyme, I go into hiding
The homies spitting and writing
Ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
I never sleep at all
Cause sleep is the cousin of death
Hip-hop running through my breath
You best protect your neck, when I grips the mic
Cause when I grip the mic
I swear to god I’m nothing nice
You see, me without a mic is like the coast with no cliffs
Queso with no chips, Tie Domi with no fist
The Yotes with no Biz, a scope with no lens
Or bros with no gym, or hoes with no dick
Ayyo I need it, ayyo it set me free
So gimme the mic gimme the mic and let me be
Cold nights on the east coast, New Year’s Eve
Every day feeling like a damn dream, Chuck

[Hook: Chucky Slick]

Gimme the mic gimme the mic
Gimme the mic gimme the mic

[Verse 2: Jake Morse]

I don’t care about the money but my bills do
I don’t care about the money but my bills all past due
Gimme the mic so maybe I can make a buck
Gimme the mic and I can never say enough
The beat is tough like Keith Tkachuck but nonetheless I’ll beat it up
I need a buck so freakin much they tell me that I’m reaching but
My dreams becoming real as fuck and everyday I’m creeping up
I swear that I can see the top and now they wanna be involved
It’s me and Chucky Slick, fucking lit now we running shit
Cooking something sick crushing it now you bumping it
Dumb dope shit done so quick
Drums gon’ hit I’m gon’ spit look
I’m grinding everyday been doin work in my pajamas
Now every bar rock you would think my name was Obama
They wanna see me on the top I tell em I’ll go farther
Kicking back kicking raps but I’m not playing soccer
I don’t think these sucka rappers know just what the fuck they’re dealing with
Looking for the tightest I’m just looking in the mirror bitch
Gimme the microphone so I can step up and kill this shit
Everytime they let me on a stage the people feelin’ it

[Hook: Jake Morse]

Gimme the mic gimme the mic
Gimme the mic gimme the mic