Lyrics:
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by
though
When I'm on the mic I bleed on it
Throw some seeds on it
Grow some green on it
If you want it
Coming right through on the microphone today
Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the
Microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats
Put him in a quote, when he
offender
Critique me so uniquely with mystique that's so deep within the
Microphones I grip, psych with poems so's I slits throats
Put him in a quote,
Saw the world pass me by like a Pharcyde sample
Had the prize upon the mantle, couldn't satiate the hunger
I had to find another way to keep from going
dope to get witness
hype of track with a lyrical concept
a brown queen known to break it down in one step
so regent the microphone just pass it
right
I ain’t got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind
stay there with me through it all
And I'm still speakin' to you through this microphone
Give you love, give you pain, what kinda vibe you on?
Yeah,
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
A black man caught by the
Klan couldn't hang with this
These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh
I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm
A genocide to rappers
Battlin'
at all
No
I didn't know you were bashful
When you get up on stage
You're not bashful
Now you're talking to a microphone
You're in a studio all by
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?
When you get to this mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this microphone as you woman
Your plate of food, you know what I'm saying
Whether
the attention
My attention
Okay attention, attention,
Did I forget to mention
Class is in session and this is my profession
I lead by example, I lead by
one microphone for the world to share!
I got a '85 caddy with the Clarion Amp,
With some 10's in the trunk for punks who want to bump my shit,
Bang,
I never was cryptic by choice but by design
I like to write on the lines that rest inbetween the lines
I always saw the forest for the trees
But
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
Soon I'ma whip It up, wish me luck
Check direct, zoom by I Lit It up
Wish me luck Microphone
Wait till I'm rich enough
Wish me luck
Dream time in
We steady making movies
We was trippin Tallahassee
We was sellin by the P
Shit I even broke it down to the grammy if need be
We was driving
Now I'm pouring up this pain into this microphone
I got demons in my head I just want be gone
I mix the X pills with codeine that is what I'm on
Where
could the microphone
Give it here
Wish I wasn’t timid but so people could not hear me loud and clear
When I had a thing to say, it’s like I couldn’t find
sack
Impact upon contact
Blast from the hash
Closed my eyes for a second
Found myself in a strange land
I seen microphones hangin from the sky
Instinct
the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
'Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
'Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
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