I melt the mic
I am a symbiant to the mic
It commands me to whisper my thoughts
It’s not snooty like
It spreads my words to both the haves and the have nots
This is how I melt the mic
Telling stories of life stories not seen
The mic drips
As my words slip
You know what I mean
You know I melt the mic
Reverberant energy
Unique urban synergy
Spelled out for beatnik nerds
As well as those without complex words
Because I melt the mic
My dialect is mean
From a silky, smooth flow
To “Yo! Bum rush the show”
You never know what to expect when I hit the scene
I just melt the mic
This is my Harlem renaissance influenced style
My unique experience
Then mixed with an ounce of temperance
All brought together to make you smile
As I melt the mic
