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(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
evil than men do.
Nasty off the head and with the pen too!

Now I'm pissed
Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
The more things change
The more they
(Kool Keith)
Well I'm first to rock, Moe Luv's the disc jock
By my side and wit the mix
?Clyde? scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
The faster
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
the volume from the mid to the max
'Cause Mix-Master Ice is back
When it come to cuts, most deejays are neglectin' it
I'm resurrectin' it, puttin' a concept
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
is drippin be	
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
me
I be destroyin' niggas on tracks blatantly
Basically I'm patiently waitin’ for a vacancy
It ain't hard to tell they all scared to challenge ’em
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual

While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
'm so cool
Let a *** try, I'mma act a damn fool
Got that welfare, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it pro tools

Serve 'em demo tracks
But some do come, you want to scrap or what?
If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up

[Break - w/ variations]
(That's right Mix, roll that sucker)
that do you 
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I want to take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em

[King T]
When they need work
They
Rzarector in the shadow 
Tru Master in the shadow 
Golden Arms in the shadow 
Twelve o'clock in the shadow 


Crushed off the bag of dope  I
, CD's, back around the vin plates
Form, pause the track... see how your mind waits
We confronted people that doubted what we do
I migrate with Factors
Driven by one hundred forms of fear

I've been trying
To deny this all
For too long

To keep my mouth shut
And it's got me nowhere
To expose you
I cannot
I get mad wicked, (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker 
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker 
Cause my brain is
at night

I do know this one thing beyond all questioning it was made to kill
And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made fashioned with
to do the remix
'Cause girl you a mix master
When it comes to pumpin' you such a ghetto blaster
It's such a hit that I gotta bootleg it, yeah
the mix
Specialist, with the smash hits that can flip
Savagely attack this, clash with, accurate aim
Spark the flame, burn this inside the vein
Ride tracks
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
commercial shows
Mindless music for the masses has to take
Time away from the real rap master
So I stay cool for community airplay
While ratings slip for
straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!

Master of the house, quick
ha)
I'm on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophomore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by
scatter my spit i dream of juice
Have you ever made out in dark hallways
Displayed a kiss that made your day or say
Play a track from your record