The Microphone Molesta' Machete undresser Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector Top gun yeah mon best of the besta' The living MC peace and resta' Successa, the flexa gunna' The make funna the adversary make runna' Make summa cold with rhymes that spit Kickin' gifted, lifted, delinquent 'wit I be the prophet, my hand Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it Locked it down with this perverse verse Every f*ckin' curse I burst to hurt Move crowds physical fitness rhymes Coke heads couldn't do my lines Decorated like Christmas pines, my battalion rocks Emcees become silhouettes of shock Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days Hit the dirt Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt I'll b*tch slap your soul Get back the track control You coming at me? You can't hack it though So ridiculous Watching my crew get sick with this Wickedness Pitchin' this Lyrical viciousness To crews and cliques Maiden, men, and mistresses This is my life The twilight, the fight night And trying to see nothing but the highlights When I write These eyes on horizons Die for my son, cry wrongs and Krylon Fire on, rude men telekinetically Esoterically beats become a clarity Feel verities, heroism, and heresy And sever every Emcee I see with severity Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days Why not... What I keep... Why not... What I keep... Why not... What I keep... Why not give me what I came to deserve Why not give me what I came to believe Why not give me what I came to deserve Why not give me what I came to believe Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days.
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The Microphone Molesta'
Machete undresser
Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector
Top gun yeah mon best of the besta'
The living MC peace and resta'
Successa, the flexa gunna'
The make funna the adversary make runna'
Make summa cold with rhymes that spit
Kickin' gifted, lifted, delinquent 'wit
I be the prophet, my hand
Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it
Locked it down with this perverse verse
Every f*ckin' curse I burst to hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
Decorated like Christmas pines, my battalion rocks
Emcees become silhouettes of shock
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt
Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll b*tch slap your soul
Get back the track control
You coming at me?
You can't hack it though
So ridiculous
Watching my crew get sick with this
Wickedness
Pitchin' this
Lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques
Maiden, men, and mistresses
This is my life
The twilight, the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights
When I write
These eyes on horizons
Die for my son, cry wrongs and Krylon
Fire on, rude men telekinetically
Esoterically beats become a clarity
Feel verities, heroism, and heresy
And sever every Emcee I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not...
What I keep...
Why not...
What I keep...
Why not...
What I keep...
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days.