Shy Hype Sound - Testing the Mic (Freestyle) lyrics

[Introduction: Kanye West] Its called self hate It works on itself its like real estate of racism Where just like that, when someones comes Up and says something like "I am a god", everybody Says "who does he think he is?" I just told you who I thought I was, a god! I just told you! Thats who I think I am! Would it have been better if I had a song Called I am a n***a? Or if I had a song that Said I am a Gangsta? Or if I had a song that said I am a Pimp. All those colors and patinas fit Better on a person like me, right? But to say You are a god, especially when you get Shipped over to the country that your in and Your last name is a slave-owner. How could you Say that? How could you have that mantality? [Verse 1: Don Juan] I spitty-spitty spit it I'm widdy-widdy widdit I never quiddy-quiddy quit it I'm not Gryffindor, I just wanna play some Quidditch Wonder where the golden snitch is Wonder who the f** the snitch is Wonder where the f** my b**h is Yeah my girl a star, wonder where the f** my hitch is I don't got no side b**hes I don't have any riches Yeah I've been around I wonder why my dick itches And b**hes just be b**hing And hoes just be hoeing It's 4 in the morning and I'm driving Wondering where the f** I'm going Chilling with my homies And we getting no sleep She hit me up so we can chill again I can't lie that I'm considering She knows that I am different We Hufflepuff (Huff a puff) and then I Slytherin (Slither in) Ha ha [Bridge: Trip] Yo! It's Trip It's Trip [Verse 2: Trip] The real estate of racism Let these n***as say something "Temi you're not even black" I look at them, and don't say nothing This sh** don't need discussion But yeah she got me blushing But wait I'm black as sh**, so in the dark she can't see nothing I got these lyrics pumping, but I think it's time to switch it The Hennessy and Molly really got these b**hes snitching But I think I've got a vision I'm seeing who the snitch is I'm steady on my toes cause really you can't trust these hoes This flow is sweet as honey You don't got sh** up on me I'll have some shooters on your block to take you and your homies I'm trying to make this bread I left this beat for dead I said I'd take your pride But then I took your b**h instead Call me Trip because I always do I trip but I don't ever lose And yeah, I'm taking Ws, (Uh huh) I'm cooling with my crew And yeah we making moves I got this school up on a string But still don't f** with you Testing this mic for a minute Yeah I'm spitting, yeah I'm chilling I'm a villain, who is k**ing every rapper in sight I'll take your animals life I'll steal your chances at life I stole your pants and your Nikes Just testing the mic [Verse 3: DIV/DED] Flow so sick its such a pain So dope its c**aine doing lines up in my brain In your head like migraine Rap crew, no name I'm with Trip like acid rain I'm with Juan that sh**s insane b**h ain't even in the game She just in it for the fame So I told her "Sit the bench" Got to twist it like a wrench Throw her on the work bench Lay the pipe but I don't wife Yeah cause you know she a b**h This the mic check so check this I know who the snitch is But you know I ain't snitching I was down for business Straight out of the Heights so I don't f** with HoFlo Cutting all these ties till All these hoes broke Hold your goddamn thoughts f** these thots, 4 AM, taking shots Captain Morgan, long lost cousin Admiral Nelson, bought with my McLovin sh**, now you know we up to something Bring you music you'll be bumping