Rockin` the Mic (Latch Bros. Remix)

Four elements..<br>There`s DJ`ing<br>There`s Breakin`<br>There`s Graffiti<br>And then there`s the emcee<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Top of the food chain, devourin` the competition<br>Abort mission cause it`s the bomb like nuclear fission<br>To go against the awesomeness, now that`s a bad decision<br>Cause listen they steady droppin` shit like a flock of pigeons<br>So listen as I paddle up your ear canals, torrential<br>Waters on instrumentals, feedin` you vitamin and all essentials<br>Potential`s monumental when it comes to hip-hop<br>Makin` a terror stop is like holdin` back a triceratops<br>Our ratios replacin` those, wannabes you`re facing pros<br>Screamin` `bout your drugs, money, violence and fallatios<br>Stereotypes got you blind like Venetians<br>This bullshit their speaking`s causing o-zone depletion<br>Delivery upon completion, we`re civilized like the Venetians<br>But won`t hesitate, commence deletion<br>I hit backspace and you`re gone with a second<br>My clarity`s beyond when I stay mic checkin`<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br>So tell me who`s known for rockin` the mic (mic, mic, mic)<br>Settin` fires, blazin` all stages in sight (right)<br>Leave it to the emcee holdin` the crowd you must admit<br>You didn`t know but now you know, hip-hop`s the shit<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>And I ain`t callin` it quits cause lyrically I stay fit, tight-knit<br>Requirements to battle first-aid kits<br>Spit gigabits of wits, puttin` niggaz to shame<br>Y`all didn`t listen when Spike Lee told you `I Got Game`<br>I`m diplomatically immune to the bafoons<br>Dwell in my cocoon in the cut like DJ Typhoon<br>Stay tuned, the creature from The Black Lagoon`s comin` soon<br>Cold like the dark side of the moon<br>At high noon be ready to face off like Cage and Eminem<br>Spit fire, flem, and put an end to your problems<br>I remain dormant till I performin`, to trick opponents<br>Never disownin`, keepin` hint of power components<br>Send us to society, you tell my variety<br>Let my notoriety to the point that lamers are eyein` me<br>They want my solo part waxed, yes they have contracts<br>Charged cause they keepin` me from gettin` called for my tracks<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>My power towers like the Eiffel, believe I got the right pull<br>My vision is insightful, you look you get an eyeful<br>Se-verse Rhy-chology keeps you thinkin` that you as hot as me<br>Then snatch your Adams apple, performin` that tracheotomy<br>Follow me if you can cause I remain inventin`<br>Y`all niggaz `bout to be out of here like Bill Clinton<br>Inaugurate the magistrate, number one candidate<br>I carry weight like freights when passin` through those 52 states<br>Perfection on the first take while I`m causin` the worst quakes<br>I shift the Earth`s plates, stomp hard and made the first lakes<br>The crust breaks, divided into continents<br>My prominence is dominance, new common sense<br>I free the dense, tense, there`s past present and future<br>I sweep through time continuum, channelin`, travellin`<br>Until I reach the ninth millenium<br>Attention all space cadets hip-hop is the triple threat<br>Expanding like the Internet, come and place your bets