This is a song about "Crickets"

When im on the mic you can hear nothing but crickets

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I can silence all critics,until you hear(pause) thats right it's all crickets

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

You spit on stage and your applause is just some crickets then pause

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

After i'm finished with you, your crew next...*crickets*... nobody?

I only got four minutes

That's why i hear crickets,