Microphone Mike

Microphone Mike

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Microphone Mike is a Miami booty bass rap artist born in miami, relocated to the west coast. He mixes intricately produced early 90's style booty bass rap with dance style electro. His Tounge and cheek songs tell a story some of which poke fun at modern mans everyday shortcomings.

Biography

Microphone Mike plays Old school Miami booty bass with a hint of dance electro. influenced by the early miami booty bass movement of 1990's lead by 2 Live Crew, Splack Pack, 69 Boyz and Gucci Crew II. Shows are both auditory and visually entertaining. Even the most cynical of critics find it hard to keep their asses from shaking at a live show. Every member of the crew is his or her own developed character right down to microphone mike's dancer/hoes with their moustashe dresses.

Lyrics

"Pool Party"

Written By: Microphone Mike

Wanna come to my pool party? You know i do. Are you serious? Wanna come to my pool party? Are you serious? Wanna come to my pool party? You know i do. Wanna come to my pool party? I'm putting on my bikini. Back in the day day, in my hood there was this cutie. Her name was judy with a super fine booty. Besides the booty she was a total hottie, and in the summertime heat her parents let her throw these pool parties. All kinds of snacks and all the cool kids were there. I didn't give a fuck I swam in my underwear. We all picked it to play marco polo fish out of water. I knew i had some homework. Fuck that shit i never bothered. I made some cookies. You want some lemonade? So, did you bring the beer? You bring that pot? So, did you bring the beer? We were 15 and judy's giving me i want you looks. She wasn't popular for studying and hitting the books. All i could think about was getting judy all alone. I spent too many nights pillow talking sex on the phone.
It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what, with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Watching you move. In slow motion. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Watching you move In slow motion. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Watching you move In slow motion. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Whenever you move it's in slow motion. Wanna come to my pool party? You know i do. Are you serious? Wanna come to my pool party? Are you serious? You know i do. Wanna come to my pool party? The sun, it was setting in the background. We kissed again among the kids and splashing sounds. We talked about how we'd skip home room on monday and how next time there's no stopping we'd go all the way. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Watching you move In slow motion. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Watching you move. In slow motion. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Watching you move. In slow motion. It's a pool party baby lemme tell you what with your bubble butt hot and oiled up. Whenever you move it's in slow motion. Wanna come to my pool party?

"If This Is Wrong"

Written By: Microphone Mike

If this ain't right, i don't wanna be wrong. I just wanna see some booty clappin and some ladies singin' along. If this is wrong then I don't wanna be right. The way I keep it is frogs ass water tight. If this ain't right, i don't wanna be wrong. I just wanna see some booty clappin and some ladies singin' along. If this is wrong then I don't wanna be right. The way I keep it is frogs ass water tight. You ready to kick some ass. This one is obvious but i guess that's the point i came here to drop bass and raise the roof up off this joint. Lemme hear you say. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I keep it tight like butt cheeks you'll have these melodies stuck in you head for weeks. Repeat ,repeat in your head. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. If this ain't right, i don't wanna be wrong. I just wanna see some booty clappin and some ladies singin' along. If this is wrong then I don't wanna be right. The way I keep it is frogs ass water tight. That's right. All my liberties i'll be taking. Pump my jams straight booty shaking. running this bass game no mistakin'. That's right bitch ain't never fakin' I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. Browsing on through my show collection everything i own defies convention. California booty bass bitch, That's my invention. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. I'm gunna bring the beat to you. You ready to kick some ass.

"Look Who"

Written By: Microphone Mike

look look look look look look who has your cell phone look look look look look who look look look look look look who. look who has your cell phone you drunk ass bitch. look look look look look look who. yes it's true i took you phone. yea i'm the one, but before i give it back to you yea we gunna have some fun. me and my crew are gunna take some pictures of our butt cheeks and record some crazy ass video with my back stage freaks. lookin' up all the dudes on your contact list and sendin' them pictures of my nuts until they get pissed. is that a ball sack? shootin' em all just one last text like really sincere. i'll let em all know that ointment worked your rash is finally cleared. thank god. look look look look look look who. look who's got your cell phone. look who's got your cell phone. look look look look look look who. look who's got your cell phone. look who's got your cell phone. look who has your cell phone you drunk ass bitch. look who's got your cell phone. look who's got your cell phone. look who's got your phone. Alright here we go, lemme see, how do we, change the language on the phone to only read in japanese? i can just picture it now. Lookin' up words on the interweb tryin' to figure out what your phone just said. gettin' all butt hurt and crying in you bed. there's one more thing i gotta do right now. i'm sure next time you won't leave it just sittin' around. i'm gunna make your main page picture my nu............ haha i know what you all thought i was gunna say and you all are nasty. perverts. your moms listen to my songs. comeon. these nuts. look who's got your cell phone look who's got you phone.

"Booty Call"

Written By: Microphone Mike

talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. it's about time to make the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call i'm ready. it's me are you asleep? hey, it's me are you asleep? checkin' out the phone lookin' at me from the coffee table. just like the saying goes i'm ready willing and able. so i hop up off my ass and make my way to the middle of the room. cause i'm thinkin' bout you and me and making that booty go boom boom. that's right i don't give a damn i'm torn up like a break up letter. ima use those boobies like a pillow but their so so much better. i miss you. huh, you do? do you miss me? yea? do you want some company? oh yea. first off lemme say i know that it has been a while. but that's the reason that my hands are forcing me to dial. hells yea. it's ringing and i hope she hasn't hit the sack. i'm looking forward to moment when she arches he back .as i dial those digi's yea i'm sure i'll say some stuff thats messed up. all the rules go out the window when... i wanna sex you up. it's about time to make the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. i'm ready. hangin' up the phone i grab my bag and start to fill it with beers. see i don't drink that cheap crap just because i rap and i haven't for years. out the back door with my bike headphones blasting freshly showered. taking my sweet time cause i told her that i'd take an hour. lets make it you place cause the truth is that you never know. if and when you'll get that urgent feeling like... hey man i gotta go. it's about time to make the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. talkin' bout the booty call ready for the booty call. i'm ready

"Sent Your Bitch Home"

Written By: Microphone Mike

i put blisters on you knee caps. i sent your bitch home greasy. yea we got greasy. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i put blisters on your knee caps. mother fucker if i see you with my wife again, i swear to god, i'll kill you you son of a bitch. your girl is, standin' outside my room throwing rocks against my window. hot and horney from a girls night out your hoe knows where to go. she was booty dropping hard to my beats at the club. when i'm done taxin' that ass she's gunna break me off a back rub. gunna rock that body cause you ain't doin' your job while you were lyin' on the couch eatin' cheetos like a total fuckin' slob. she pulled up to my crib in your brand new mercedes so this song goes out to you my man for the late night use of your old lady. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. mother fucker if i see you with my wife again, i swear to god, i'll kill you you son of a bitch. i opened up the door wearin' my gucci pajami's when i lifted up that skirt i didn't see no panty's. yea your girl is dirty. a little dirty birdie and i hear it gets worse as chicks get closer to thirty. never mind that lets get back to the situation at hand. you girl was lookin' so good i nearly tripped over the night stand. grab some syrup from the kitchen what can i say. i'm gunna turn your girl into a giant chocolate sunday. man that's what i'm talkin' bout. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. i sent your bitch home greasy. i put blisters on your knee caps. hey you know i'm the man. mother fucker if i see you with my wife again, i swear to god, i'll kill you you son of a bitch.

"Muffin Top"

Written By: Microphone Mike

i sniff a muffin top. that girl is sportin' a muffin top. that girl is rockin a muffin top. that girl is sportin' a muffin top. muffin top. that girl is sportin' a muffin top. that girl is rockin a muffin top. that girl is sportin' a muffin top. that girl is rockin a a muffin top. it's gunna go like this. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. she gotta muffin top squeezin' out her pants jeans so tight she bearly even dance.rollin' up to me tryin to romance cause microphone mike done put her in a trance. wearing a shirt that divides her waist. lookin' like a half squeezed tube of tooth paste. lookin' at her muffins getting me hungry. and not for the sex. man i don't even think i'd hit that. your pants would look a lot better if you got your size. lookin' like a half squeezed tube of tooth paste. i must have double vision i'm not seeing one hip but two. when i say muffin yea you all know what to do. it's gunna go like this. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. when i say muffin you say top. muffin... top. muffin... top. yea, there's gunna be bitches offended for sure.

"Shoes Untied"

Written By: Microphone Mike

yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea. twenty four seven i'm a big ole' perv. i'd like to get naked and work your curves if you wanna get nasty i got the nerve. never run out of gas always got reserves, true you didn't ask but i'll tell you what damn that's a big ole' healthy butt. chillin' in the club in the booth in the back corner she's givin' me a boner. i'll do what i do say what i say to get your hands on the floor in a special way. reach down touch the ground move that body to the beat that pounds. work that body and shake those boobs bend on over and tie your shoes. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea reach down bend on down down to the ground. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea like that baby you got the fat for the splat. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea reach down bend on down down to the ground. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea like that baby you got the fat for the splat. alright ya all i wanna break this down with the quickness. aint no need for and excuse to get loose. for all you ladies that are just a little bit shy. hey homestead your shoes are untied. and hey allston yea your shoe's are untied. in golden hill your shoes are untied. atlanta yea your shoes are untied. in oklahoma yea your shoes are untied. in Tennessee yea your shoes are untied. give it up for texas yea your shoes are untied. here we go. yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea. i told you before there's a party in store i ain't playin around i came to throw down gunna party till dawn when i come to your town love to watch a girlie get down to my sound. move those hands all around and when your through with them put em back on the ground. raise that booty up to the sky. ain't no doubt that bodies super fly. come on girl what's you excuse don't fight the feeling cause there ain't no use. work that thing ain't nothing to lose just bend on over and tie your shoes. work that body and shake those boobs bend on over and tie your shoes. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea reach down bend on down down to the ground. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea like that baby you got the fat for the splat. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea reach down bend on down down to the ground. what up girl your shoes untied bend on over lemme see your back side. yea like that baby you got the fat for the splat. don't stop get it get it. shit bitch don't front.

Discography

Microphone Mike- Overdrive 2006 EP
(All songs Have national airplay and are available on I Tunes and Amazon.)
Microphone Mike-Teen Idol 2008 EP
(album to be released 9-1-08

Set List

Microphone Mike shows are short and sweet and to the point.
3-5 songs 9-15 minute sets
example of a typical set list:
-Shoes Untied
-Booty Call
-Look Who
-Sent you Bitch Home
-Overdrive