This is a song about "Gripping the mic"

On the mic, i am immortal

Lady at the frank stand will

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

That still threatens us, eagle with it's claws, gripping, ripping all the flesh off us.

Because when you step to the mic,

Killing these niggas off quick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Love and peace but killin the mic

Everything freezes, soon as i touch the mic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Some die while gripping the gats they have

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic