Lone... lone   Walking through this world alone   Walking through this world alone   Soul Position   Walking through this world alone   Blueprint, RJD2      [Chorus]   Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way   This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play   Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way   This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play      Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control!      [Blueprint] * Verse 1   Yo... homeboy you got a whack hustle   I heard your raps they lack muscle   I send you back to the block in a crack smuggle   So them boys in blue and black can bust you   Lock you away so them gay cats can touch you   You call my name you ask for trouble   Might get scooped slammed, might get your ass muffled   Get who you gotta get, get your fam   Ladies if you're beffin', get your man!   Beef turn print to a different man   So I might slap you into a brand new gentle plan   I have you making co-payments on some eye wear   You got me wrong I only act like I care!   I used to be a substitute teacher's worst nightmare   A booksmart smartass with too much time to spare   Skipping study hall so I can play ball   Cheating with the answers to the test on my palm   Ain't nothing changed, it's still on   Except nowadays I get payed to put it in a song   It's only right   I don't play with life - so I don't play with mics!      [Chorus]   Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way   This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play   Mic Control starts today, unless you wanna learn the hard way the "get scared" way   This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play      Alone... walking through this world alone   Walking through this world alone (ha-ha)   Walking through this world alone (one more time)      [Blueprint] * Verse 2   Yo, rap is not real   I don't care what they told you   Fake people say fake things in their vocal booth   I'm a grown man I'm not here to joke with you   I came to win it all and take back what's overdue   It might mean we gotta go back to throwin' doops   It might mean I gotta ** broke it in two!   With a broken tooth runnin' back home   Grabbin' the phone, speed diallin' cats close to you   I'm old school, I know life ain't fair   In most days I feel like it's too much trouble to care   I used to walk to the cornerstore with nothin' hair   Pockets full of foodstamps and didn't care if you stared   To understand me you had to be there   To understand pain you had to see welfare   A living in inner city in hell and still there   Wishin' that you had some rich relatives in Belair   I know you feel me if you do say: "hell yeah!" and throw your hands in the air!   I know you feel me if you DO say: "hell yeah!" and throw your hands in the air!      [Chorus]      Walking through this world alone   Ain't looking for a lover   Walking through this world alone   Just looking for home