Where The Mic Is At

Yeah...

It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at —

And right now I'm in the booth with the past on my back.

I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death,

So I stay up writing, ink on the page, I'm a mess.

I start to think, and then I sink into the paper like I was ink —

Then I wake up and finish a whole bottle of the good stuff.

Some call that a problem, but I call it a gift.

Palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy, but I still lift.

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA,

The real ones move quiet like layers in a dish, stay out the way.

Broken glass everywhere, people don't care about the stairs,

You know they just don't care — same energy in here.

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell,

Chop them into salad and my name ain't the salad guy, still.

I knocked out so many teeth, the tooth fairy went broke —

Now watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are wild.

Feels like something small is hanging from my necklace.

Got so many chains they call me by the movie-star name,

She has a big one, so that's what I call her — facts, no debate them.

I love you the way a kid loves cake,

But why you gotta fight with me at the restaurant?

You know I love to go there.

I'm hungry for the money the same way the hippo is hungry for snacks,

Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip then I'm slipping,

And you can't beat me in that contest — that's the mission.

I'm harder than the quiet guy trying to stay quiet,

Move fast and messy like a bad stomach day, same energy, same flame.

One friend looks like the famous dancer,

The other friend looks the same.

I got old money, enough to buy a big old animal from the past,

I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet — for sure.

When I was five my favorite movie was the little monsters,

Nothing to do with this, I just thought I should mention.

I'm not the animal that makes that sound,

The higher power stitched the pain to fit,

But I still turn the corner with the same old flame.

Young ones can't spell, but they can still move the controller —

We like to party, we don't cause trouble,

But if you step wrong, I rock the rhymes with no struggle.

He picked peppers, but I pick apart verses,

Spit fire 'til the whole room hears it.

Yeah...

Bars from everywhere, classic to the funny,

I remix the whole culture and still make it money.

It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at —

And right now the mic is where I'm at.

Out.