The Mic lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherf*cker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y'all fake motherf*ckers up in the joint, huh
Stealin' my light, huh
Watch me, duke, watch me

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, check these up top murderers
Snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon
Catch me in the corner not speakin'
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink
He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham, he recognized Kojak
I slapped him five, Masta Killa cracked his Heini for him
Everybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing n*ggas, my imposters scream they're ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to enter
Punk faggot n*ggas stealing my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma
Beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit c*cktails
Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Dorothy try to judge these
Plus Degrees, sessical, rasta fiends
Getting waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
And tell lies too, I'm the ultimate
Splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
Student enroll holding it
[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
A-yo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV
Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi
As we approach your hood, the Gods bail
See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail
Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, twenty dollars off no tax
Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain f*cked my kicks up
Wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle
b*tch laughing, first thought was beat the b*tch up
Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last seen Manhattan Chase
Withdrew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo
We split a fair one, Poconos money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear
Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we copped the block off, the chain tri-color
Freezing in velour, icicle galore
Gas station light gleaming on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
n*ggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
Pose for the stand-off, mad timid
Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo