This is a song about "Gripping the mic"

I see ya hands gripping the mic,

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

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.

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I'm gripping and slowly tempting for the trigger, now no flinching

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

Love and peace but killin the mic

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic