Mic Check Kano
"Mic Check" by Kano, released in 2005, is a #Grime track that showcases the artist's lyrical prowess and confidence. The song explores themes of self-assertion, authenticity, and the hustle of urban life. With its hard-hitting beats and clever wordplay, it reflects the gritty reality of London, cementing Kano's influence in UK music culture.
[INTRO]
I don't give a fuck about your reputation
I'm the star from the top like Christmas decorations
And me merking you right now that's my estimation
Dedication plus patience equals elevation
Get your voice on any station
Why you waiting?
[KANO VERSE 1]
Why waste time debating fucking around not raving
Late night time im in the studio slaving
8 nights a week too many days in
That's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving
Im tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your plan backfired
You can look up anyone that's tried
They can't merk me never, no that's right
It's not that season nor that time
I ain't boasting but I am that type
So shut your noise and gimmie that mic
Heard the beat and I was like gimmie that mic
And I wrote some fuck lyrics that night
I'm on point, you're falling behind
It's all in the music it's all in the mind
What you call it garage? What you call it grime?
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine
But rhyme wise I got a short order of mine
Doogz, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto these have got new flows all the time
I don't give a fuck about your reputation
I'm the star from the top like Christmas decorations
And me merking you right now that's my estimation
Dedication plus patience equals elevation
Get your voice on any station
Why you waiting?
[KANO VERSE 1]
Why waste time debating fucking around not raving
Late night time im in the studio slaving
8 nights a week too many days in
That's when you see me with a beard fuck shaving
Im tired of rhyming but I am a pain in the backside, your plan backfired
You can look up anyone that's tried
They can't merk me never, no that's right
It's not that season nor that time
I ain't boasting but I am that type
So shut your noise and gimmie that mic
Heard the beat and I was like gimmie that mic
And I wrote some fuck lyrics that night
I'm on point, you're falling behind
It's all in the music it's all in the mind
What you call it garage? What you call it grime?
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine
But rhyme wise I got a short order of mine
Doogz, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto these have got new flows all the time
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