Lyrics:
sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'm a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old
reach the testicles
and effect em, by animal means, I'm in your spectrum
As I walk through the garden of orange tomatoes, I see
Blue flowers
Blue
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
it must be out of luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got
microphone is portable
For any immortal man, swords is not affordable
Never take a loss cause I'm hard to beat
I ain't cheap but don't sell me a dream I
it must be out of luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got
static, built up by the charge in the free
I can't have it, I need true spirit representers
A skill ever ready strong team of inventors
And I got that,
'm Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking
I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby,
Pitty-pat rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to ATL, boy, you betta not hide
'Cause the Dungeon
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'
When you get to this mic, when you see this microphone
You got to see this microphone as you woman
Your plate of food, you know what I'm saying
Whether
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
Ahhhhh r1ske queefed in the microphone ohhh (r1ske queefed in the microphone)
AMBATUKAM
Ambatukam
I'm busting I'm busting ohhhhhh
Uhhhhh
r1
white lace hanky marked the text that she would use
She'd breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell
She had a guitar picker by the name
chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone love
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'
suckaz, knock'em, knock'em out the box
Graduate at 13, the streets made me a scholar
Flood the microphone, one by one, hear'em holler
The sure shoots,
first million dollars
With this microphone
With you by my side
You by my side
I'm gonna climb up to the top of the mountain
With you by my side
what it takes
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
I'm in my zone on this microphone
Known to come correct
Cyclone with the flow
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