This is a song about "The mic is alive"

The mic is christened they might just listen

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

Killing these niggas off quick

And balence the mic

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

No other alike on the mic when i write i feel alive despite

Great's always kickin' knowledge, the devil's alive,

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

All you wanna do is get that stick

Im always killin in the mic,