Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
We're a garage band (oh, oh, oh)
We come from garageland (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Twenty-two singers, but one microphone
Back in the garage
Five guitar
the ICE can't take it, time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp, I'm sweatin' like a devil
Listen
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
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
should take your microphone
La la la la la la la
To each his own
But I wait for you to understand
That we need each other
We gotta love each other
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
You stand so high...
I can see you from miles and miles away
My thoughts are drowned out by the sounds of the words you say
And I know (I know)
to fight
And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check
One two one two, this is just a test
One two one two, this is just a test
One two one two,
mouth"
Chiggie check microphone, check one
(Chiggie check) microphone, check two
(Chiggie check) microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious
or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact
How should I start this?
How should I begin?
To sin
Grab the microphone and my rhyme to win
Wheel of Fortune
Spin around
Check it out I'm not a rap
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
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
'm by the microphone
I see your photograph
Don't even want to laugh
Some secret
Must keep it
Hey I wouldn't know who to tell
Next morning
Fair
should I tell em?
Now this is not your average everyday rap song
We won't be rockin bells that go a ding and a dong
The bass drummer hipper won't be
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