Sophisticated Mic Pro's Lyrics
| Song | Sophisticated Mic Pro's |
| Artist | Rasco |
| Album | The Birth EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rasco | |
| Welcome to the surplus | |
| My rhymes underneath the surface | |
| Time to bring it to the light right | |
| Despite what you thought you heard | |
| I be hearing other words going around | |
| Fuck these clowns | |
| Ran from my 9 to 5 | |
| Still plan to keep it live all day | |
| Can't see it any other way | |
| It's time for me to execute | |
| Maybe be the next to shoot | |
| Blow out your dome get gone | |
| Looking at me sideways | |
| They might find you in your driveway | |
| Or some remote highway | |
| I do it my way | |
| Never convert to yours | |
| Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score | |
| Full court press we stress | |
| Then open up your chest, shatter the cage | |
| No 12 gauge | |
| We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks | |
| We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| We flip these while you niggas flip those | |
| The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows | |
| We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows | |
| We up in they face sophisticated mic pros | |
| Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive | |
| With classical shit since 1995 | |
| While niggas insist they #1 on the list | |
| I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist | |
| We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan | |
| The illest MC to ever come from San Fran | |
| Money and grands you better watch the quick hand | |
| Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand | |
| You seein a man who had a choice with a voice | |
| Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd | |
| But nevertheless the best man on the mic | |
| You try to recite but can't get the lines right | |
| We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades | |
| When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed | |
| No further delays about a thou for the show | |
| Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| Yo we three steps ahead of y'all | |
| You niggas thought that I was scared a y'all | |
| You niggas need the Geritol | |
| The Rookie of the Year is clear | |
| Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet | |
| But none of y'all could pose a threat | |
| I pump fear in the vein remain the same | |
| Go against the grain | |
| Keep it straight ahead so spread | |
| I be goin for they head takin they neck | |
| Takin my respect | |
| Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat | |
| While y'all be runnin in the streets | |
| Knowin that you can't compete | |
| I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat | |
| Watchin y'all cheat | |
| This game wasn't made for kids | |
| We get rid of the weak rhymes | |
| So when it's time to speak mine | |
| I got about a thousand flows | |
| No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| Understand this | |
| Grand imperial | |
| Soulfather Rasco | |
| You know it | |
| Peace to Planet Asia | |
| Cali Agents Nigga | |
| Believe that | |
| 99 to 2 Thou |
| zuo ci : Rasco | |
| Welcome to the surplus | |
| My rhymes underneath the surface | |
| Time to bring it to the light right | |
| Despite what you thought you heard | |
| I be hearing other words going around | |
| Fuck these clowns | |
| Ran from my 9 to 5 | |
| Still plan to keep it live all day | |
| Can' t see it any other way | |
| It' s time for me to execute | |
| Maybe be the next to shoot | |
| Blow out your dome get gone | |
| Looking at me sideways | |
| They might find you in your driveway | |
| Or some remote highway | |
| I do it my way | |
| Never convert to yours | |
| Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score | |
| Full court press we stress | |
| Then open up your chest, shatter the cage | |
| No 12 gauge | |
| We super deluxe and worth 6digit bucks | |
| We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| We flip these while you niggas flip those | |
| The dopest MC' s that got the sickest type flows | |
| We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows | |
| We up in they face sophisticated mic pros | |
| Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive | |
| With classical shit since 1995 | |
| While niggas insist they 1 on the list | |
| I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist | |
| We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan | |
| The illest MC to ever come from San Fran | |
| Money and grands you better watch the quick hand | |
| Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand | |
| You seein a man who had a choice with a voice | |
| Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd | |
| But nevertheless the best man on the mic | |
| You try to recite but can' t get the lines right | |
| We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades | |
| When I don' t get paid I leave the whole block sprayed | |
| No further delays about a thou for the show | |
| Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| Yo we three steps ahead of y' all | |
| You niggas thought that I was scared a y' all | |
| You niggas need the Geritol | |
| The Rookie of the Year is clear | |
| Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain' t settled in yet | |
| But none of y' all could pose a threat | |
| I pump fear in the vein remain the same | |
| Go against the grain | |
| Keep it straight ahead so spread | |
| I be goin for they head takin they neck | |
| Takin my respect | |
| Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat | |
| While y' all be runnin in the streets | |
| Knowin that you can' t compete | |
| I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat | |
| Watchin y' all cheat | |
| This game wasn' t made for kids | |
| We get rid of the weak rhymes | |
| So when it' s time to speak mine | |
| I got about a thousand flows | |
| No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| Understand this | |
| Grand imperial | |
| Soulfather Rasco | |
| You know it | |
| Peace to Planet Asia | |
| Cali Agents Nigga | |
| Believe that | |
| 99 to 2 Thou |
| zuò cí : Rasco | |
| Welcome to the surplus | |
| My rhymes underneath the surface | |
| Time to bring it to the light right | |
| Despite what you thought you heard | |
| I be hearing other words going around | |
| Fuck these clowns | |
| Ran from my 9 to 5 | |
| Still plan to keep it live all day | |
| Can' t see it any other way | |
| It' s time for me to execute | |
| Maybe be the next to shoot | |
| Blow out your dome get gone | |
| Looking at me sideways | |
| They might find you in your driveway | |
| Or some remote highway | |
| I do it my way | |
| Never convert to yours | |
| Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score | |
| Full court press we stress | |
| Then open up your chest, shatter the cage | |
| No 12 gauge | |
| We super deluxe and worth 6digit bucks | |
| We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| We flip these while you niggas flip those | |
| The dopest MC' s that got the sickest type flows | |
| We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows | |
| We up in they face sophisticated mic pros | |
| Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive | |
| With classical shit since 1995 | |
| While niggas insist they 1 on the list | |
| I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist | |
| We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan | |
| The illest MC to ever come from San Fran | |
| Money and grands you better watch the quick hand | |
| Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand | |
| You seein a man who had a choice with a voice | |
| Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd | |
| But nevertheless the best man on the mic | |
| You try to recite but can' t get the lines right | |
| We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades | |
| When I don' t get paid I leave the whole block sprayed | |
| No further delays about a thou for the show | |
| Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| Yo we three steps ahead of y' all | |
| You niggas thought that I was scared a y' all | |
| You niggas need the Geritol | |
| The Rookie of the Year is clear | |
| Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain' t settled in yet | |
| But none of y' all could pose a threat | |
| I pump fear in the vein remain the same | |
| Go against the grain | |
| Keep it straight ahead so spread | |
| I be goin for they head takin they neck | |
| Takin my respect | |
| Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat | |
| While y' all be runnin in the streets | |
| Knowin that you can' t compete | |
| I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat | |
| Watchin y' all cheat | |
| This game wasn' t made for kids | |
| We get rid of the weak rhymes | |
| So when it' s time to speak mine | |
| I got about a thousand flows | |
| No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| Understand this | |
| Grand imperial | |
| Soulfather Rasco | |
| You know it | |
| Peace to Planet Asia | |
| Cali Agents Nigga | |
| Believe that | |
| 99 to 2 Thou |
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