Toy Mic is a song written to help any underdog in any situation. Being a white rapper has its moments of feeling like the underdog in the ring. Toy Mic reminds me why I could be the best at this game as long as I stay focused.
lyrics
Verse 1
Yall look at me like a white boy
put the mic in my hand and you know I got the right toy
spitting lyrics in your face
Erupting like an earthquake got you wishing you’re in another place
it doesn’t matter bout the race
my homie Marshall Mather’s made papa doc a fuckin disgrace
this ain’t a movie
this isn’t ain’t judge Judy
got beef with me
bitch you better pursue me
cause I’m a be right here
Sipping on a beer whispering in this girlies ear yeah
and I ain’t have no fear when you fuckin appear
I’m a end your career
I’m not a monster like you want me to be
I’m the king of my world my monopoly
sit back take notes and copy me
but you ain’t nothing but a fucking wanna be
Chorus
don’t judge me by the colour of skin
lift my chin I’m in it to win
treat me like I committed a sin
if I could do it again I wouldn’t change a thing
underdog in the ring
knock you out in one swing
hear the bell go ding
ape shit on the lyrics I deploy
cause I told u home boy
I use the mic as a toy
Verse 2
yall consider this a warning
I’m the next hottest thing since you heard of global warming
bitches pouring
whorin it up while I’m promoting my CD out in your city touring
chicks adoring
got your ladies in a Mercedes leaving my crib early the next morning
while your snoring
she’s exploring my dick getting boned cuz she finds you to boring
stop ignoring
the fact that I’m white cuz these skills I portray yeah I’ll diss you all night
that’s right
I’m your white knight
stepping up in this ring underdog in the fight
I’m not the type to swipe your life but I might pull out a rife and snipe you tonight
if you strike 1st better bring your best verse
cause the words I disperse on the mic are absurd
Chorus
don’t judge me by the colour of skin
lift my chin I’m in it to win
treat me like I committed a sin
if I could do it again I wouldn’t change a thing
underdog in the ring
knock you out in one swing
hear the bell go ding
ape shit on the lyrics I deploy
cause I told u home boy I use the mic as a toy
Verse 3
yo one more chant
the champ is back
encore on stage
bigger then shack
what up gangsta
are you sick of me yet?
homies in the club treat me like I’m 50 cent
line ups round the building yo there pitching tents
patrons inside the club yo they payin' the rent
see me on stage curse and vent
with this mic in my hand yo I represent
so don’t judge me by the colour of skin
you don’t know who I am or where I been
and I'll fuck you up worse than Bin
when he took out the twins in Manhattan
I ain’t a coward like him
I ain’t hiding behind men
I’m doing my thang
rap music is what I enjoy
cause I told u homeboy
I use the mic as a toy
Chorus
don’t judge me by the colour of skin
lift my chin I’m in it to win
treat me like I committed a sin
if I could do it again I wouldn’t change a thing
underdog in the ring
knock you out in one swing
hear the bell go ding
ape shit on the lyrics I deploy
cause I told u home boy I use the mic as a toy
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020
