Lyrics:
And while he sings into the microphone,
He thinks about the one he's left at home,
He's on the road so far from her each day,
It sometimes seems as if he's
Passer le pack sur le donut
Pas péter le mic c'est something i do not
Baby ils veulent knock le hustle
Mais le char y vient avec le muscle
Et pis j'ai le
on the microphone
304 is where I come from
Up in the mountains of West Virginia
Jade meets Queen Navisa
Shamans of Sound
on a Forwards riddim
Forwards riddim
Woman
벌어야지 cash
아무것도 못해 대신 microphone check one two
다음은 fuckin cash
i wanna rollie 난 아냐 명문 college
so have to self made
부자들에겐 respect
언젠간 어깨를 나란히 나눌 내 스케일
awake
all night all day yeah
숨 멎도록 뱉어
내겐 중독이야 that yay yay
선택했지 난 맨 정신의
game addict
Player 1 1인용
나만 잡아 microphone
불 들어와
이제 남은 건 증명하는 것뿐
나의 가치를 알아봐주길 원해
내가
,
Everybody make una join me
Papa God dey by my side
No one can pull me down ee
Bad belle people ee
Biko leave us alone
Wuru wuru people ee
Biko leave us
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here
we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out
come on yo)
were naked
Che-Fu: With limbs made of bacon I’d never bring it home I prefer the microphone or its boring like a test tone
Genome experiments
hot, Chizzle"
So, how many months they gotta crush and bust?
'Fore they lost interest, let me crush this stuff
When they give me the microphone I
Now I'm just a singer my name you won't know
But once I was famous the star of the show
Because of a scary unusual event
That happened by accident
nothing really ever run
By the majority (Nope)
It's always a few heads
With fucked-up priorities
If I can't change that, I'll
At least change rap, so if you
them doubt the name, cause they don't know I built this vision frame by frame
Rap about my mind a lot, mostly to remind myself bout where I was in time
up on that Cloud Nine
You can't get in my zone bitch
No be me dey purge
I ain't bothered by your own shit
Made the street my home
So a nigga never
on The List remain
Love to complain they're restrained when they're off the chain
Now I see flames, controlled by Kane ‘til dust remains
I'll cock & aim like
to fight,
Hang tight and that ain't right!
[Chorus: x2]
I bet you made that up by yourself
a drink then think
Why so many MC's stink, but I sink them at the blink
Of an eye, suckers they try and try
But they can't get by, their access is denied
the sweetest thing I ever known
Is putting so much heat on that microphone
That it melt in your palm, wires attach to your arm
And you only get stronger with
incisions,
fill ‘em with spiritualism, tell ‘em about the one that's arisen,
how they can be free in they spirit, and have they sins forgiven,
by the one who
and out for a min but im really bout to get back with it,
you aint never heard another mother fucker on the microphone spit that wicked,
shit im kicking,
i
the bass make your body shake
And put you in a back brace
Bottles we guzzling taking them by the dozen,
Lovin' the summertime buzz I'ma keep sculling,
laughed at
Thought I was passed that but it tends to reoccur
When I don't receive what I feel I deserve
Being slurred by those not livin' in my position
laughed at
Thought I was passed that but it tends to reoccur
When I don't receive what I feel I deserve
Being slurred by those not livin' in my position
of the lakers
People ask me if I'm landed from the lands of Jamaica
I say no, although I grow up on an island motivated
Overrated by some, underrated by most
ear-lobes
In orbit by bit I make it fit
'cause I'm here to knit myself together
In whatever split form I format
And after that
I never stay the same
.jpg/270px-The_Microphones_(band).jpg "The Microphones")
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