When he have the mic, it's like the place get like: "Aw yeah!"

It's like they know what's 'bout to happen

Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye captain"

Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it

And can they testify from inner spirit

In living, the true gods

Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads

Got more lyrics than the church got "Ooh Lords"

And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords

Or even one with two blades on it

Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it