Lyrics:
Polo dripping
No kidding yeah y'all be tripping
From the heat that I'm spitting
Microphone gripping
I'm yolo sipping Ralph Polo dripping
No kidding yeah
on it like a microphone
(Oo ay)
I know she bad yeah shes so bad for me
(Oo ay)
I just wanna * she ain't mad at me
(Oo ay)
I know she bad that's why i
(KILLAH KILLAH!)
MICROPHONE KILLAH KILLAH
(KILLAH KILLAH!)
EVERYBODY WAN BE DONGAGA
増え続ける自称No.1
気を付けな! FAKE A**
RASTA FARIANのドレッドロック
刈り上げる俺のバリカン
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
grippin' microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
of the government
Artist gettin' robbed for their publishing
By dirty Jewish execs that think his alms from the covenant
I'll retire when I'm tired, that's
'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
It's the truly exceptional Jan the man
Up behind the microphone stand
And like fuck do I give a fucking damn
About my supposed sicko rap brand
Fuck
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Huh,
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
scissors and I choose to rock
I treat the microphone just like ma first born
Respect and I show a lot of love to it
You learn a lot when you listen to this
master madder, murder
Murder
Me na murder, massacre motherfuckers
Like it's nothing
Chief Priest I'm back on the microphone
Where I feel the safest
decade
That's doper than some shit these niggas just made
The blade gets sharper, time goes by
Everyday I get smarter, hair long but kept a fresh fade
daily dramas
Niggas coppin' bitin' styles
Decepti-commas
Like CNN at nine
I keep them honest
MCs
Who really killin' the microphone
High as drones
Fired up
live it. It's not a gimmick
Christ and Judas all in one spirit
True alcoholic, pour me my breakfast
Haunted by electronics, my mind is robotic
Easily I
has foreseen it all
In a Mason jar not a crystal ball
Across the land to and fro
He asked me how I didn't know
By the Ryman there's a microphone
Covered
say you're so 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
Speaker pounding
I'm surrounded by the sounding
Call my hounds cause they down And we clowning on the town Party full of sinners
And they flashing
I'll say the ICE can't take it, time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp, I'm sweatin' like a devil
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
.jpg/270px-The_Microphones_(band).jpg "The Microphones")
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