Every Word Counts, TrueCinema - Mr. Beat & Mrs. Microphone Lyrics

I accept your invitation! Mr. Beat, it's good to meet you sir
I'm reassured, don't be absurd, let's get to introductions
My name is Nikki. Yes, I don't follow instructions well
I trust you understand my situation isn't swell
The bigger the beat, the bigger the sweet reciprocation goes
A little retreat, because of my feet the stipulation grows
I rick-a-wreck the sic a second that I'm introduced
Because of the feeling I'm getting inside of me when I release the proof
I'd rather be ripping a rhyme than sitting and passing the time for nought
Whenever you listen to me then you're getting to be where the time was stopped
I've been procrastinating, where be the hands of the clock to lift me?
The man for the job was a bit of a slob, maybe he's out to get me
I correlate with poor and wait for more elate contenders
I dissipate the embers burning me and scrape the scabs
I'm sure you rate the more innate and sort of hate pretenders
I'll situate myself and demonstrate the skills I have
The love of the mic and the life of a lover becoming a sweet surprise
The more that I'm under the water the more I'm becoming the beats demise
I'll order another and maybe recover whenever the songs diminish
I'm done. What? Wait, you don't want me to finish?
It doesn't matter what's the size of the crowd
Cause I'ma rock you like I ought to while you gather around
Grab your lovers and your drinks, grab yourself if you'd rather
It doesn't matter, let the music be the break you deserve
Take a minute from frustration, take a seat on the curb
Listen to the words, give yourself a minute to swerve
And let me rock you tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
And let me rock them tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
I walk into the party looking for the words I'm hardly
Speechless, out of breath, but golly microphone she brought her army
Letters I jot with a sharpie, got me feeling kinda naughty
Amped up on this drink Bacardi, but when it fades I just feel sorry
And there goes Ryan bizarrely writing another fucking sad song
They're sick of me crying when I guess I'm suppose to act strong
But what if I'm dying on the inside? I've been so wronged
Would y'all even care, if I stopped right here before my art spawned?
Keep calm you're telling me as the melody delights my riddles
A crayon that stays inside the lines avoiding all the scribbles
Ripples in the pond transcend to the bank, but these finances dwindle
I'm asking for a chance to use my voice to make life simple
Can you relate? Can you understand what's going through my mind?
Or I am too late? Please grab my hand before I fall behind
If I wanna be great, I better break these cords that often bind
And think of a way, create my own path through this filth and pine
I grab the mic unlike the ladylike and psych my listeners
My soul's a strike away from seeing light, but might be off-centered
I still got fight, an appetite, but where the hell's my dinner?
I guess I'll play with lit dynamite right next to paint thinner
I'm coming unglued your attitude's ungrateful, show me gratitude
Been a winner, yea, been boo'd, but the latter's helped me to improve
Am I a sinner, should I just enter a life of solitude?
Girls assume I'm rude when I hit on them, but damn, I'm just a dude
I dream of 2 dykes with tight thighs riding my bike, they're my wives
Is it the pipe or white lies? The music created, that's my prize
They say their hello's, then goodbye's, but why hide what's inside?
That's why I write, turn up Miss Mic so I can shock them all alike
And let me rock them tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
And let me rock you tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
I don't want to feel no more than this
So I'ma let it rock all night long
Only thing I can control is my gift
So I'ma let it rock all night long, all night long
Oh can you rock? Do, dooo
Oh can you rock away? Do, dooo
Oh can you rock? Do, dooo
Oh can you rock away? All night long

I accept your invitation! Mr. Beat, it's good to meet you sir
I'm reassured, don't be absurd, let's get to introductions
My name is Nikki. Yes, I don't follow instructions well
I trust you understand my situation isn't swell
The bigger the beat, the bigger the sweet reciprocation goes
A little retreat, because of my feet the stipulation grows
I rick-a-wreck the sic a second that I'm introduced
Because of the feeling I'm getting inside of me when I release the proof
I'd rather be ripping a rhyme than sitting and passing the time for nought
Whenever you listen to me then you're getting to be where the time was stopped
I've been procrastinating, where be the hands of the clock to lift me?
The man for the job was a bit of a slob, maybe he's out to get me
I correlate with poor and wait for more elate contenders
I dissipate the embers burning me and scrape the scabs
I'm sure you rate the more innate and sort of hate pretenders
I'll situate myself and demonstrate the skills I have
The love of the mic and the life of a lover becoming a sweet surprise
The more that I'm under the water the more I'm becoming the beats demise
I'll order another and maybe recover whenever the songs diminish
I'm done. What? Wait, you don't want me to finish?
It doesn't matter what's the size of the crowd
Cause I'ma rock you like I ought to while you gather around
Grab your lovers and your drinks, grab yourself if you'd rather
It doesn't matter, let the music be the break you deserve
Take a minute from frustration, take a seat on the curb
Listen to the words, give yourself a minute to swerve
And let me rock you tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
And let me rock them tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
I walk into the party looking for the words I'm hardly
Speechless, out of breath, but golly microphone she brought her army
Letters I jot with a sharpie, got me feeling kinda naughty
Amped up on this drink Bacardi, but when it fades I just feel sorry
And there goes Ryan bizarrely writing another fucking sad song
They're sick of me crying when I guess I'm suppose to act strong
But what if I'm dying on the inside? I've been so wronged
Would y'all even care, if I stopped right here before my art spawned?
Keep calm you're telling me as the melody delights my riddles
A crayon that stays inside the lines avoiding all the scribbles
Ripples in the pond transcend to the bank, but these finances dwindle
I'm asking for a chance to use my voice to make life simple
Can you relate? Can you understand what's going through my mind?
Or I am too late? Please grab my hand before I fall behind
If I wanna be great, I better break these cords that often bind
And think of a way, create my own path through this filth and pine
I grab the mic unlike the ladylike and psych my listeners
My soul's a strike away from seeing light, but might be off-centered
I still got fight, an appetite, but where the hell's my dinner?
I guess I'll play with lit dynamite right next to paint thinner
I'm coming unglued your attitude's ungrateful, show me gratitude
Been a winner, yea, been boo'd, but the latter's helped me to improve
Am I a sinner, should I just enter a life of solitude?
Girls assume I'm rude when I hit on them, but damn, I'm just a dude
I dream of 2 dykes with tight thighs riding my bike, they're my wives
Is it the pipe or white lies? The music created, that's my prize
They say their hello's, then goodbye's, but why hide what's inside?
That's why I write, turn up Miss Mic so I can shock them all alike
And let me rock them tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
And let me rock you tonight
Every minute that I'm in it, man it's such a delight
Cause you're never alone, desert you're drama and forget it at home
Say hello to Mr. Beat and Mrs. Microphone
I don't want to feel no more than this
So I'ma let it rock all night long
Only thing I can control is my gift
So I'ma let it rock all night long, all night long
Oh can you rock? Do, dooo
Oh can you rock away? Do, dooo
Oh can you rock? Do, dooo
Oh can you rock away? All night long