Lyrics:
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when Hip Hop was originated
I fit it
Billie Jean Thriller
Yeah we all born sinners
If there's a zoot I'm a build up
I'm a microphone killa
Billie Jean Thriller
Yeah we all born sinners
on the microphone
Not a seat in the house
Said it before i'll say it again
I swear niggas been knowin
That i'm born to win
Check it
You know when I put the beat
On the microphone
Ghetto Mexicano
Nativo Americano
They call me brown Soprano
'Cause I'm bad to the bone
No ando mariguano
Desde Mexico paisano
Head hunting a gusano
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
gonna be the first one to fold
Bas bas, eh, bas bas, eh, bas bas, eh-yeah
Babe eh eh eh-eh eh yea-yea
Ba-by bae bae-yea
Uh uh uh keep it down now
Uh uh uh
(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
time I'm passin' 'em
It's time for some, time for some, time for some
Niggas bring ya guns and ya 9's along
Why?
Remy Mas on the microphone
The levels,
It's the mother fucking microphone anthem
It's the mother fucking microphone anthem
Can't fuck with us cause we're on the cusp, cusp
Can't fuck with
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
further each classic action was dynastic
Shear determination, cloth I'm cut from is fine fashion
I'm Pharaonic
The microphone's my golden scepter
I
Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
zone
Still the best in the burbs
When I flex with the words
Someone pass me that microphone
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby welcome to Connecticut
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
flow
You are not alone
Puts you right up in the zone
What I'm saying on this microphone
I'm not average
My craft I have practice
Fake Artist can't
makes the noise
I hold the microphone, the music is yours
In mid dancin', doin' the biz
What you tell me to do is (down by law)
All you girls, once
As smooth as a walk in the park
Me and my art
Let's try it
Yeah
In love it's hard tell them bye bye bye
The microphone is where I try i try
To get
only to fuck some bitches
Who the baddest in the game with a microphone in his brain
They call him James, but sometimes it's just Jamie
I'm crooked
Cuando yo me ponga a rapear bomm
Esto es un relato callejero ala sincera Pt.1
Botando humo,como una maldita balacera !
Sabes en la juega , la mierda
the Reality Stone
I blew minds from my Sapphire (sa-fire) spitting on the microphone
I'm that Diamond in the dirt Jaded by the state of rap
Handle beef like
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)
my best friend (alright)
7-11
We go legend (yeah)
We go legend
Codeine legend (yeah, yeah)
Microphone legend (whoa)
We go legend, yeah
I go
and facility, you're killin' me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are gettin' help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if
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