Gets me of the poise can't stand only time I read the genders with a mic Here it is, come on! Come on, let's get it. I'm trying to be number one like James Hard, don't disregard The ones before me who planted seeds that can now reap their guard But I ain't begging your pardon, but pardon my approfsh When you got a gift as part of a myth at least to this type of discussion I don't need no my own, I just need my voice This here is about life, whether you listen, it's your choice No sound check, oh mic check, oh no dictionary for my intellect No speak with such a drastic effect Like a Steph Curry three on the word of the name Nothing but net, yes! Features, I don't need them either, and body runs for my feature Flow hotter than ether, coated in ice, rye during the day But I don't need any light, I don't need a mic, my word is like ice Don't need to dim your shine to make sure mine is bright Rye without a mic is something I can't do Leave in and condition you just like hand too I don't need a mic, I don't need anyone I spit wrap up, pep it fire, I don't need a gun I don't need a mic, I don't even need a stage I don't need my phone, I don't need a pen, I don't need a pencil, I don't need a notebook Take that back, I can't do it with me myself and I Gotta get things to the creator and the father of the sky Having in the earth, you know the one who's responsible for my birth When I was born the first thing I used with my voice but what it's worth And I didn't need a mic back then But when I opened my mouth, everybody started listening So the microphone, I just don't need it Okay, okay, okay, okay I believe in myself, I must conceive I can't escape, I can't erase when it's from that deep place There's no mistakes, no trace, just palms around every place Possessing poetic Porsche is important Feeling it's when I'm recording On the conquest against war, famine and death My horse, my horse, my horse Come on, I don't need a crowd, I don't even need a mic Nothing fictional about this, it's just life Fly like a kite, yeah You do what they tell you to do, I do what I like Fly in a flight, elevate, high in in heights I don't need a mic, I recite out loud I recite to the grass, I recite to the clouds I don't need man's approval, as long as I make God proud I don't need a mic, I don't need to be discovered I do this for my ancestors, my nephews, my father, my mother, my sister, and my brother And I'ma keep on writing to my parents, can't write no more I'ma keep on reciting to my long-skinned sword This is a bell to get your point across, guess what? You don't even have to yell That gift within you that exists, you gotta use it well Aaron are the poet, you got the name right Get started, don't wait on life The world is a stage and you don't need a mother My parents are right, the world is a stage and a one thing you definitely don't need is a mic Treat yourself right