Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
What's going on there Mr. Rapper tell me what's the matter.
Your mouth is full of gold and your pockets getting fatter.
You're chillin' for the moment but really you aint flowin'
I saw you at the show you couldn't get the party going,
You said "wave your hands from side to side"
but you didn't have the sense plus you're never live.
I bust the party open wide I caught you scoping
from side stage hopin' that I might fade,
But it's never gonna happen silly rapper, sorry rhymer,
I'm an MC digging deeper than a miner,
and lacing flows with diamonds and silver linings.
Set the party off with perfect timing, I got the shining.
I see it all in thought long before the record's bought.
First to the last you can't crash the fort,
o I report these lessons from a teacher and a student,
put down the microphone, you don't know what you're doing!
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
All I got to say to all you sucker MC's
please you talk trash,
basura, rubbish. You aint the cooler.
Dollar signs in your eyes, all you want is moolah.
The SEA-Shun got more future than computers.
So get your tutors, 'cause in the crowd you got booers listening,
watching, checking how you rocking and moving.
You lack stamina out of breath amateur.
Who be the challenger, somebody with the averager.
A cartoon character, animated, highly overrated, shady shaded,
commercialized no more hunger in their eyes.
Now you recognize the riddims from the other side,
cause we refuse to let it die.
We survive, never vanish, playing live we do damage.
Feel the energy and see the crowd go nuts,
bananas And that's what matters, you punks better scatter.
This pure adrenaline got you jumpin' out your skin
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
We do a wonderful job at making heads bob,
'cause we kick rhymes like it's gonna be the last time.
We get a chance to make people want to blow their tops.
Midnight drops in the city, the s*** don't stop
We do a wonderful job at making heads bob,
'cause we kick rhymes like it's gonna be the last time.
We get a chance to make people want to blow their tops.
Midnight drops in the city, the s*** don't stop
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
What's going on there Mr. Rapper tell me what's the matter.
Your mouth is full of gold and your pockets getting fatter.
You're chillin' for the moment but really you aint flowin'
I saw you at the show you couldn't get the party going,
You said "wave your hands from side to side"
but you didn't have the sense plus you're never live.
I bust the party open wide I caught you scoping
from side stage hopin' that I might fade,
But it's never gonna happen silly rapper, sorry rhymer,
I'm an MC digging deeper than a miner,
and lacing flows with diamonds and silver linings.
Set the party off with perfect timing, I got the shining.
I see it all in thought long before the record's bought.
First to the last you can't crash the fort,
o I report these lessons from a teacher and a student,
put down the microphone, you don't know what you're doing!
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
All I got to say to all you sucker MC's
please you talk trash,
basura, rubbish. You aint the cooler.
Dollar signs in your eyes, all you want is moolah.
The SEA-Shun got more future than computers.
So get your tutors, 'cause in the crowd you got booers listening,
watching, checking how you rocking and moving.
You lack stamina out of breath amateur.
Who be the challenger, somebody with the averager.
A cartoon character, animated, highly overrated, shady shaded,
commercialized no more hunger in their eyes.
Now you recognize the riddims from the other side,
cause we refuse to let it die.
We survive, never vanish, playing live we do damage.
Feel the energy and see the crowd go nuts,
bananas And that's what matters, you punks better scatter.
This pure adrenaline got you jumpin' out your skin
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!
We do a wonderful job at making heads bob,
'cause we kick rhymes like it's gonna be the last time.
We get a chance to make people want to blow their tops.
Midnight drops in the city, the s*** don't stop
We do a wonderful job at making heads bob,
'cause we kick rhymes like it's gonna be the last time.
We get a chance to make people want to blow their tops.
Midnight drops in the city, the s*** don't stop
Chorus:
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
Put down the mic, you don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you're doing, put the mic down Now!