Beast on the Mic - Cowboy Troy, James Otto

I’m a beast on the mic, can’t get no satisfaction

Step aside 'cause it’s time for some action

I’m a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip

I get the job done 'stead of talkin' 'bout it

Early in the mornin I’m up and I’m at 'em

Hopin' one day my album goes platinum

Rockin that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously

When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge

There’s a party surge, so I must emerge

Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop

Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju

Kuroi amerikajin yoru

The last of the brohicans is speakin'

The one that you turn to each and every weekend

Risin', peakin', while the bump is beatin'

Don’t turn back, no retreatin'

You can see my vision, you can feel my force

Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse

I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English

Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju

Kuroi amerikajin yoru

All day long, all day long

Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song

All day long, all day long

Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song

I’m comin' with the best and fresh from out west

Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test

See I’m lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic

Erotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic