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Microphone Master

Das EFX

Hold It Down

1995

the swell-a
Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular

#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2

Get your money lil Buddy  an stay the hell out my way

Ain't no Ninja  messing  with me an I said what I said

I done came a long way
Yeah an I'm 400

by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted

Numbered artificial colors
The candies are all solid red, by the way
Two forms of cell glue, and no cinnamon

Artificial flavors is the closest suspect
How

Respiration

Common

Time Travelin'

2008

eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing
You either make a way or stay sobbing, the Shiny Apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you

may wake up and do it again
I'm TRU to da game
But if C Murder gotta die
But I ain't tripping
If I die by the trigga
I ain't no bitch ass nigga

the city
2 stroke up no 4 they kiddy, 513 we rep our city, 125 that monster with it, vine street when we hit the city, fuck the opps don’t fuck with piggy’s

to me
I see just why you lied to me
Either way I wouldn't like it
Two bullets
Truth or lie Still gotta bite it
You might get forgiven if you ride it
But

up, got him hit
Loose bowels, leakin' by his gallbladder (huh)
Ain't no limit to these soldiers, in the Nolia
They don't know ya
R.I.P. my nigga, Soulja

a wish upon the star 
Let's go swimming in the Milky Way
Miracles are always by your side
I want to believe that the imagination is no limit

More
Shake

Respiration

Mos Def

Audio 3

2008

eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing
You either make a way or stay sobbing, the Shiny Apple
Is bruised but sweet and if you

the hands of time
Cause my rhymes will always be micmicid
By everyone else Like a pantomime

Don't pretend to be a fan of mine
Acting lost like you from Kubo

Pass the Ax

Dark Lotus

Black Rain

2004

to relax
Peep that
So many failed with no tale to tell.
And it's only remembered by the stain that they left
On the axe

ceelo
Blowing my zone im heavy 
2 up im light im on it 
Aint speaking nothing special 
No meaning focused shortened 
Please leave me lone lil lady
No

cause we abide by the fucking phonk
I ride with a fucking pump, look in my eyes
See the gristle, it lies under rizzle of my pride nigga

[Hook:

Children's Poem

Ursula Rucker

Ma'at Mama

Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'

bitch
2x in dis bitch
(You know how we coming)
Look at the stats
Look at my wrist bitch, I'm turned to the max
The way that I'm living you would think

Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother

choosing
You swear I'm juicin' the way these dreams lucid
I crack ribs and vertebrae not all 6'2" of this mutha fucka
Let you know I ain't no fucking sucka,

choosing
You swear I'm juicin' the way these dreams lucid
I crack ribs and vertebrae not all 6'2" of this mutha fucka
Let you know I ain't no fucking sucka,

pockets be thicker
The way I pop  these drugs, you think I be sicker

Don't be trickin' for no bitch, I know I won't pick her
Bag keep goin up, its some

out for this missile
Got my own two hands, I don't need no pistole
With this I'm paid
She says I slay
Verses in the vault, yeah got em' for days
Pick up

Walk, talk, y'all bring in the day, ya'll

Good morning, Sodom and Gomorrah
Good morning, sinners
No, that wasn't your radio sets
On the fritz again