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Artists:

Microphone Nut


Albums:

Step Up to the Microphone (Newsboys) · Microphone Fiends (Hutchinson, Hutch) · At the Microphone (The Andrews Sisters) · Step Up to the Microphone/Love Liberty Disco (Newsboys) · Microphone Music (Raymond Scott) · Microphone Champion (Boy Better Know) · Microphone Champion (Skepta)


In this corner with the 98
        Subject of suckers object of hate
        Who's the one some think is great
        I'm that one, son of a gun
, microphones
These are the same ones being slung to the clones
Oooh, another busted busta getting broke by the microphone..

Acey (spoken):
Okay, now I see you
"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]


Yeah, yeah
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no
The next selection is bass filled
Musical composition entitled
Microphone Techniques
Please check it out

Get up everybody, it's time to sway,
You stand so high... 
I can see you from miles and miles away 
My thoughts are drowned out by the sounds of the words you say 
And I know (I know)
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
I see your photograph
(All for you)
Don't even want to laugh

Some secret
Must keep it
Hey, I
I was a fiend before I became a teen 
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream 
Music orientated so when hip hop was originated 
Fitted
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like
[Killah Priest] 

In hip hop I'm a pro fessional 

no questions asked  better check my jewels 

from 98 to 2G's  I rule 

Killah Priest
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like
I was a fiend before I became a teen 
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream 
Music orientated so when hip hop was originated 
Fitted
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It

[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
Hey momma, what's happening? (Dip da through the 9-7)
This one's for you baby girl
That's right (As we tip toe to the 9-8)
Lee, my baby, what's
that he would write
So he sat down at her table
And they talked about the weather
98.6 and rising down by Boulder Dam that night

Chorus

Now he's traded
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car

He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car

He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
It's His reality that welcomes us back.
Trust and obey.
There is no other way.
No other way.
There is no other way.

Entertaining angels
By the light
[Text by Hate Rodvitnesson]
[Text by Nocturno Culto, Sept. '98 for Mactatus exclusively]
[Music by Mactatus]

"In Blasphemy I rise
For the burning
Mix-a-Mack make em see there's not enough buildings 
Not ever since when I drop by these flash un a peepin
No reef thugin more caffeine than tryin
Spread
Bazookas and fisticuffs, meditating in Porsches
98-karat stickshift, Chinatown late night meals
Alfonzo giving me a backrub, 2 pm lazer bizzaginal
The 98th meridian the pacific the empty blue,
Playground forest garden,
448 4th avenue easy street city by the bay, dump park traffic,

Snow drift
Chiggie check, microphone check one
Chiggie check, microphone check two,
Chiggie check, microphone check three

Check game from the notorious Compton
hand
Redneck Riviera is where I want to be down here on the Redneck Riviera by the sea
Down here on the Redneck Riviera trawlin' up and down Mir-a-cle