Yeah, it's Mic on the Microphone
Low profile, always on my own
Feelin' tight-chested, but yo, never depressed kid
Wouldn't wanna be the next one to get arrested
Always lookin' out for those who try to get us set up
Backstabbers, bitches and posers got me fed up
Think about old days and various crews
Take a toke, light a cig, while I consume some brew
Load up the vehicle, got kilos of funk in the trunk
Age was 15 and as reckless as a punk
Now years after, still caught up in a disaster
Thought I figured it out but haven't got shit mastered
Yo, this life is movin' whether you do or do not like it
The future is uncertain and there's no such thing as psychics
Only mind tricks, and conspiracy tactics
You thought they were your people till one day they stabbed your back, kid
I try not to complain 'cause stress only drains
Never egotistical or try to make claims
I just watch the world and all you monkeys try to get attention
Before I bug out, somebody put me in suspension
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Most heads'll probably fall for these silly f*ckin' posers
Wannabes, loudmouths, and perpetual boasters
Or how about them button-pressing, pseudo-musicians
Tryin' to talk about music but never played a real instrument
Yet all the monkeys wanna fall for the hype
Don't call me part of your team 'cause I'm not that type
Just been doin' this for years on a low profile
But when I come out the scene, I'd probably crush your whole style
Still I keep under the radar till the time is right
You won't see me in them pictures 'cause I'm outta sight
Either I'm faded or I'm out there tryin' to get funds
With problems followin' me, nah, I can't ever run
But I'm dedicated, though some call me ill-fated
There is no concession to any demands you stated
Though every year brings new fears, just save the tears
'Cause nobody cares, your screams fall on deaf ears
But whatever happens, f*ck ever tryin' to quit
Do what you gotta do to pull yourself outta the pit
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself hydrated before I get myself too faded
Emcees tryin' to sound too deep are overrated
Keep my style to what I know and to what I perceive
Gotta keep steppin' and reppin' while I could still breath
Barely give shout-outs, 'cause yo, f*ck droppin' names
What the f*ck you gonna do when all your people start to change
It's inevitable like the end to all the breaths you pull
F*ck fame 'cause my death is not a spectacle
Just another kid with the pipe in my pocket
When I'm stressed out, pack a bowl and just spark it
I always feel the buzz with some paranoia
Got yourself into some trouble so you called yourself a lawyer
Well, good luck even if luck is non-existent
The only thing that's real is the will to stay persistent
In this world of backstabbers, phonies and fakes
My style is transparent, counterfeits remain opaque
It's just another day in this non-stop cycle
I'm not a sheep nor a slave nor a disciple
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Mic the Benchdweller - Low Profile (Pack-A-Bowl Remix) Lyrics
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Yeah, it's Mic on the Microphone
Low profile, always on my own
Feelin' tight-chested, but yo, never depressed kid
Wouldn't wanna be the next one to get arrested
Always lookin' out for those who try to get us set up
Backstabbers, bitches and posers got me fed up
Think about old days and various crews
Take a toke, light a cig, while I consume some brew
Load up the vehicle, got kilos of funk in the trunk
Age was 15 and as reckless as a punk
Now years after, still caught up in a disaster
Thought I figured it out but haven't got shit mastered
Yo, this life is movin' whether you do or do not like it
The future is uncertain and there's no such thing as psychics
Only mind tricks, and conspiracy tactics
You thought they were your people till one day they stabbed your back, kid
I try not to complain 'cause stress only drains
Never egotistical or try to make claims
I just watch the world and all you monkeys try to get attention
Before I bug out, somebody put me in suspension
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Most heads'll probably fall for these silly f*ckin' posers
Wannabes, loudmouths, and perpetual boasters
Or how about them button-pressing, pseudo-musicians
Tryin' to talk about music but never played a real instrument
Yet all the monkeys wanna fall for the hype
Don't call me part of your team 'cause I'm not that type
Just been doin' this for years on a low profile
But when I come out the scene, I'd probably crush your whole style
Still I keep under the radar till the time is right
You won't see me in them pictures 'cause I'm outta sight
Either I'm faded or I'm out there tryin' to get funds
With problems followin' me, nah, I can't ever run
But I'm dedicated, though some call me ill-fated
There is no concession to any demands you stated
Though every year brings new fears, just save the tears
'Cause nobody cares, your screams fall on deaf ears
But whatever happens, f*ck ever tryin' to quit
Do what you gotta do to pull yourself outta the pit
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself hydrated before I get myself too faded
Emcees tryin' to sound too deep are overrated
Keep my style to what I know and to what I perceive
Gotta keep steppin' and reppin' while I could still breath
Barely give shout-outs, 'cause yo, f*ck droppin' names
What the f*ck you gonna do when all your people start to change
It's inevitable like the end to all the breaths you pull
F*ck fame 'cause my death is not a spectacle
Just another kid with the pipe in my pocket
When I'm stressed out, pack a bowl and just spark it
I always feel the buzz with some paranoia
Got yourself into some trouble so you called yourself a lawyer
Well, good luck even if luck is non-existent
The only thing that's real is the will to stay persistent
In this world of backstabbers, phonies and fakes
My style is transparent, counterfeits remain opaque
It's just another day in this non-stop cycle
I'm not a sheep nor a slave nor a disciple
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Low profile, always on my own
Feelin' tight-chested, but yo, never depressed kid
Wouldn't wanna be the next one to get arrested
Always lookin' out for those who try to get us set up
Backstabbers, bitches and posers got me fed up
Think about old days and various crews
Take a toke, light a cig, while I consume some brew
Load up the vehicle, got kilos of funk in the trunk
Age was 15 and as reckless as a punk
Now years after, still caught up in a disaster
Thought I figured it out but haven't got shit mastered
Yo, this life is movin' whether you do or do not like it
The future is uncertain and there's no such thing as psychics
Only mind tricks, and conspiracy tactics
You thought they were your people till one day they stabbed your back, kid
I try not to complain 'cause stress only drains
Never egotistical or try to make claims
I just watch the world and all you monkeys try to get attention
Before I bug out, somebody put me in suspension
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Most heads'll probably fall for these silly f*ckin' posers
Wannabes, loudmouths, and perpetual boasters
Or how about them button-pressing, pseudo-musicians
Tryin' to talk about music but never played a real instrument
Yet all the monkeys wanna fall for the hype
Don't call me part of your team 'cause I'm not that type
Just been doin' this for years on a low profile
But when I come out the scene, I'd probably crush your whole style
Still I keep under the radar till the time is right
You won't see me in them pictures 'cause I'm outta sight
Either I'm faded or I'm out there tryin' to get funds
With problems followin' me, nah, I can't ever run
But I'm dedicated, though some call me ill-fated
There is no concession to any demands you stated
Though every year brings new fears, just save the tears
'Cause nobody cares, your screams fall on deaf ears
But whatever happens, f*ck ever tryin' to quit
Do what you gotta do to pull yourself outta the pit
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself hydrated before I get myself too faded
Emcees tryin' to sound too deep are overrated
Keep my style to what I know and to what I perceive
Gotta keep steppin' and reppin' while I could still breath
Barely give shout-outs, 'cause yo, f*ck droppin' names
What the f*ck you gonna do when all your people start to change
It's inevitable like the end to all the breaths you pull
F*ck fame 'cause my death is not a spectacle
Just another kid with the pipe in my pocket
When I'm stressed out, pack a bowl and just spark it
I always feel the buzz with some paranoia
Got yourself into some trouble so you called yourself a lawyer
Well, good luck even if luck is non-existent
The only thing that's real is the will to stay persistent
In this world of backstabbers, phonies and fakes
My style is transparent, counterfeits remain opaque
It's just another day in this non-stop cycle
I'm not a sheep nor a slave nor a disciple
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it, motherf*ckers never givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Writer: Miguel Sanchez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid