Lyrics:
[Intro:]
[Run & D.M.C]
The microphone master DMC
Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties
You'll be praisin D down on your knees
'cause I'm poppin,
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes
There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar
(All for you)
I'm by the microphone
(All for you)
I see your photograph
(All for you)
Don't even want to laugh
Some secret
Must keep it
Hey, I
on the lonely crowd,
She finally belongs.
A Goddess by the microphone
She sings her troubled songs.
[Chorus]
She's a star
No one can tell her anymore
standing by the door.
Says it's time to change our places
And get down on the floor and kill 'em, baby.
Daddy's all gone, he's just halfway home.
He's
white shoes
And grabs her tenor pacifier
From its stand
Thirty half steps to the microphone
Smile on her face
Flower in her hand
Oh how a crowd can
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like
the microphone master
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said (what she said)
She said, "my, my, my, don't tell lies,
Keep
pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said (what she said)
She said, "my, my, my, don't tell lies,
Keep
Is the microphone on?
Hey, Baby... where do you come from?
Well she looked at me and smiled and looked into Space...
and said, "I'm comin' from
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said (what she said)
She said, "my, my, my, don't tell lies, keep
Yo! Kelly turn on my microphone
Microphone check 1,2 Hallelujah
Microphone check 1,2 Hallelujah
Microphone check 1,2 Hallelujah
Microphone check
a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll
by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
98.6 Degrees of Separation
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
You're winning the battle between your head and my heart
And where my heart it used
don't want to go to where, where the rich are going
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes
rulin'
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
Leave 'em dazed, dogged, served and droolin'
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'
Bazookas and fisticuffs, meditating in Porsches
98-karat stickshift, Chinatown late night meals
Alfonzo giving me a backrub, 2 pm lazer bizzaginal
sheet
By this microphone, by this microphone
I think the rock 'n roll girls
In this world want apologies, want apologies
I read this stuff, but
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
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