Lyrics:
Just like I'm the king on the microphone
So is Dr. J and Moses Malone
I like slam dunks, take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like
pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said (what she said)
She said, "my, my, my, don't tell lies,
Keep
pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said (what she said)
She said, "my, my, my, don't tell lies,
Keep
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
me loved by a few hated by most but all respect me
Now let me break it down for all the people in the house Ima show u how it’s goin down
In the city
I began this day by hurting you.
I am sorry.
I’ve got no excuse.
Yesterday was a mess I guess the stress just blew my fuse.
I began this day by
Hard times, let 'em go
For two turntables and a microphone
It's the only way that I know, baby
Could, dig down, but let it out
Don't be scared
life, at the tunnel of the point of purchase)
(Ey yo freedom got a microphone, and a AK)
(Make way, and prepare for the melee)
The microphone magic
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you
Balance sneakers are legit
The past tense for bite, is called a bit
Everywhere that I go, all attention I get
I used to live by the North conduit
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga,
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
takin MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted, for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist still trippin, thinkin
What
When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
eyesight.
You know I and I is dynamite!
When me hold microphone, I strictly truth or right.
Limb by Limb we are gon cut dem down,
send fi the hacksaw,
eyesight.
You know I and I is dynamite!
When me hold microphone, I strictly truth or right.
Limb by Limb we are gon cut dem down,
send fi the hacksaw,
it must be out of luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
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