Lyrics:
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
I been tha leader (Weenie)
I been succeeder, Ya shawty wanna suck tha seed or
Feel my peener, big-big weener,
She can tell by my demeanor (Oo)
You
Hit the corner, burnin' rubber like a stunt driver
Burning marijuana, bitch, I'm a bit liver
Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check
Killed
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
a love song
Makin' love to this pack of bones
cnd this microphone
cnd this microphone
Cuz i'd rather be alone than miserable
Rather be alone than
God blesses the child that can hold its own
My only weapon now
Is the microphone
Manifesting a style
While providing you poems
Pumping mental muscle
priest solid gold diamond fang teeth
With the high tech brief around your neck
I still breach your skin girlfriend
Let me enter your zone
Microphones get
me.
Ill lead through and dominate this microphone I speak through
I'm writing for the people, bite it if you need to
I can see through and 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
was cold
Dats just something in my heart I just had to let go
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
advantage until the crowd go bananas
What a rush, I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread, I inherited
to flow
Yo, my M.O., making all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, ya know?
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
To flow, and I go
But pay your ties times money, I divise wise cunning little plans
To withstand when cats drive by funny
Like I ain't got what he got, I don't play that
to Snoop murder was the case
Sleeping on Chuke and I'm kicking in ya face
Got a lot of bars I'm supplying by the case
And I won't stop hitting till I
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit
Microphone check, check, check one
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
I need is a microphone and a friend who plays guitar
Oh goodbye, goodbye good ol’ days
These days, these days are the best by far
These words
I need that magic
I need l need that magic
I need that magic
I need that magic
I go by the name of Lynxxx and uhh
Syndik8 records
Jollof music you
the S to the T to the E to the double U
and when I got the microphone I woulda trouble you
My instincts starts linkin like park
you know I m comin tru runnin' tru very
NEATO Season has returned
Youngin' had a dream to grab a microphone
(microphone, microphone, microphone
Microphone) come to file it down
That lass
young man
An me will surely give di remedy
One by one
Born Jamericans is di crew
From the streets of Washington
Where nuff people smoke crack
by faith, yeah
I was staying low
Keeping to myself, then
I got filled up the spirit
now He's living in
Side my body all for free
He ain't paying rent
.jpg/270px-The_Microphones_(band).jpg "The Microphones")
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