Lyrics:
on the microphone.
I work more tails.
I don't take freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday.
All on my tip.
It's not
And we back
$quad Pt. 2
We got some heat for ya
If the squad was avengers, I'd be tony stark
Cause I got that iron man, pull up on you in the dark
sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures, in return, the track's the gold digger
Huh me? I
Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom
Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps
Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps
You
[Intro:]
[Run & D.M.C]
The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You'll be praisin D down on your knees
'cause I'm poppin,
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
Walking off the stage to the gates and off the page
I'd be shot out of breath, out of everything
Come back Oscar, don't stay at home.
Come back
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
microphone's been muted
Lies get megaphones, Cassandra speaks
She sees through the lie
That manufactures fears
She sees with an eye
Streaked by tomorrow's tears
zone
Speak through the microphone, and in these songs
Could I say I won by the time I'm gone
Never had it, so I had to go and make a way
Ain't no magic,
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said
check out my melody
(Check out my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check out my melody)
So what, I'm a microphone fiend
check out my melody
(Check out my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check out my melody)
(Check out my melody)
So what, I'm a microphone fiend
'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking
I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
deeply
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter
The microphone fiening, for a microphone
Before he knew
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey
Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs
With house parties, hip hop and smoking
need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
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