Lyrics:
Yo, 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
grab the microphone and flex next
[Dresta]
Yes!
[Dresta]
Well here I am, once again its the Dresta
Straight outta Compton, original baby gangsta
Every time that I get up on the microphone,
I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you girl,
Come on
Come on
Every time that I get up on the microphone,
I
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
microphone)
To dla niektórych
Proste jak mój nos jasne jak noc
Nie dzwoniłem nigdy do radia by usłyszeć swój głos
Nastawienie na fejm poklask zobacz
Dziś
the microphone
And my doubters running out; moment of silence for my foes
It's the return of the stunna, no baby
But I'm driving them crazy by being more amazing
'Cause The Last One Alive
To Keep My Eye On The Quest
Keep My P.M.A. Together
And From Jah
I Stay Blessed
Biddy Bye Bye
Better Grab The Microphone
hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
I looked at him and said, "its all good brother"
I'm with the band
Hired
a microphone, still, I fiend
This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I wanna see 'em keep followin'
foes til they rested in crypts and tombs
Where gloom blooms in ruins influenced by looming doom
Of the microphone attuned to boom on looney goons
This is for them just in case and them can't wait
This is for all kids in the hood without a microphone,
This one's for Jamil Jahi you make my light
Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna
eternal soul
We go bar-for-bar, we go toe-to-toe
So he walked up to the one that they call Crypt
And put a gold microphone to his lips and he said
I bet you
eternal soul
We go bar for bar, we go toe to toe
So he walked up to the
One that they call Crypt
And put a gold microphone to
His lips and he said
I bet
a microphone, still, I fiend
This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I wanna see 'em keep followin'
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
So many nights and days
So many nights and days
I gave my life to this microphone
Until they call me home one day
So many nights and days
So
Gwan put on your dancing shoes
Gwan put on your dancing shoes
I always get by, always manage
Used to spit grime on old skool garage
Hip-Hop i damage,
illegal so we kill microphones
Drugs are illegal so we kill microphones
Kill pop, kill pop well it's already dead
At least to me in my head
I see
I've prayed to the lord for these times I demolish the microphone
Shootin' goals like Ronaldo
Trade out the broke fits rotate everyday wear
With that
transcend these time zones
There is no guarantee
So we live fast some die young
We smoke our family trees
microphone check it I came to wreck it
Don't ask
a microphone, still, I fiend
This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I wanna see 'em keep followin'
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
on the microphone and get cut up
Talk about how your records went double platinum
With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them
So you got paid, take the money you've made
.jpg/270px-The_Microphones_(band).jpg "The Microphones")
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