Song: Grab the Mic
Artist:  J-Raw
Year: 2013
Viewed: 81 - Published at: 7 years ago

Verse one J-Raw

I grab the mic and try to say yes y'all, someone in the house say yeah, yeah!! alright, bumping the surround sound all around town, to bk, bronx manhattan then queens then down to jersey, bringing it all the way down, underground pass the concrete on or off streets dirty past 730 from late to early
I hope ya heard me
Breakin night from dawn to dusk playin classic beats, to compete
Paying homage to the love, advancing in my dreams
Magically I bring the sound to hear in ya ears
Pumping it as I'm discussing it
I know y'all lovin it
Mixing it spitting it magnificent
Intricate still wishing kids
The best of luck as I'm living it
However I did it I depict it vivid and right now
I admit it, i can never quit

Verse two J-Raw

Tick tock I don't stop
When it comes to hip hop
Till I'm on the tip top
Thru infinity and beyond
My delivery be strong
Y'all never be yawning
I don't dress to impress
But when I manifest my finesse from my chest all I hear is
Success and excellence
Tho I'm still in adolescence my intelligence connects me
To the podium and as I grab the mic
I Bump the smooth groove
To make ya mind wanna move
On the dance floor or bumpin ya head more and more
Flavors divine savor it ii
Cool I know it's so hot each word be trickling down ya spine, giving yall goose bumps, when i rhyme
Cuz the 90s is coming right back, right now the right rap, Let it fly back right now let the memories from my melodies leave a legacy
Verse three J-Raw

Come with me
As I flow smoother than water
With buoyancy
Boy ya see
I'm destroying the beat
Boiling fiends
With brutality sending em to hospitality, from reality to insanity frantically making it seem like a fantasy super rapidly
As I prosper with the ghetto
Gospel, Tenaciously graciously
Patiently be waiting to awaken peeps from the greater sheeps of sleep, by each sheet of looseleaf
Truthfully to the rap, I move elusively like Bruce lee, and exclusively
I bring the heat like Miami
I Intrude beats
Flame throw in range roves
And it was painful to Lay low but
Like Beethoven I'm deaf to hating opponents, pay for the doses
Controlling oceans whenever I'm flowing like Moses, the volume is growing without knowing, and then yall put the microphone in and i start performing on the spot then

( J-Raw )
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