Lyrics:
a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon
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
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
the border
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause
’m the cape crusader but I feel like being Clark Kent
Because it seem like I’m wrong and they always right
I’m ready to trade this microphone in for a normal
chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone love
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon
Now what's this I hear? I was told to beware
I'm the inspired, dissed by nigga I admired
Hell no, this can't be
Now who the fuck is this
I hear
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha
Don't pull
What is this
(Ah ah ah)
What you mean by an Afro beast
(Ah ah ah ah)
So I still Dey tell them
Make dem shut up their fucking mouth oh
(Shut up joor)
Ask
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
Imagine me wit' the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger every time I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone
Imagine me wit' the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger every time I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
bout on microphones silly
Hand me the mic and I'll turn into a gremlin
Tryna shock the world 'fore I up and break the ceiling
Give em all a feeling
No
everybody want to stare
Know a few women, but no, I'm not a player
Just fascinated by asses and long hair
A king in my chair a prince amongst thieves
Branded
.jpg/270px-The_Microphones_(band).jpg "The Microphones")
Discuss these microphone pt 1 by the microphones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In