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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The micToo many |
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Indians and no chiefs |
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I pull out the pistol when |
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I pull no piece |
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I'm the blueprint, |
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I have your clothes |
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Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints |
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When I bless a joint, it's like |
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SpockCame up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point |
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I got the voc in touch, |
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I tell my bitch |
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I'm a give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up |
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Too many enemies and no killers |
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Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers, |
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I get stacks |
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I blam hard with the click-clack, that |
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Antarctica wrist wrap |
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I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope |
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Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back |
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So who's the illest? |
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What you talkin 'bout? |
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Die Hard like you |
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Bruce Willis when |
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I shoot to kill it |
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Too many hood guys, not enough good guys |
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The way you say pussy in plural is puss-i |
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I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone |
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When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone |
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The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone |
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I put my heart and my soul in that microphone |
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I put it down on that microphone |
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Turn up the motherfuckin' sound on that microphone |
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But turn it down if you weak on that microphone |
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Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone |
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My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone |
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That's on my momma, |
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I was born with a microphone |
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Groupies love |
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Crooked I on the microphone |
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Like James |
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Brown I'm a die on the microphone |
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Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone |
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They on the same bullshit that |
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Mike was on |
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You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard |
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I kill your career with one word |
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Slaughterhouse |
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You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve |
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I lift your skirt like a young perv knock 'em out |
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We the mob, homie who need a job? |
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Plus I'm so fly tell |
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Derek Fisher |
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I need a lob |
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Too many in this industry |
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I need to rob |
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And if eatin' niggaz made you obese, |
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I be The Blob |
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Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest |
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Listen this hear me spittin' think it's a pissing contest |
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I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me |
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They better off usin' a fishin' pole to reel in the |
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Lock NessYes, |
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I got a barrel that'll spot wussies |
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If you are what you eat, how come |
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I'm not pussy? |
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You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone |
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I'm educated but |
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I'm dumb on that microphone |
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Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone |
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I turn a father to a son on that microphone |
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I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone |
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And tell his |
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R's I don't need no microphone |
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Too many critics tend to be silly |
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Too many frogs go rabbit but never leave lilies |
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I get it poppin' like a ineen milli |
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Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, |
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I'm a Free |
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WillyY'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really |
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Fans, who their man, |
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I'm they quick pick easily |
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None of you kids spit evenly |
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You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin' me |
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Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame |
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Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane |
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Less than wack |
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Scooby Snack lack flow game |
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Rappers everything |
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I do be that crack cocaine |
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Your career is doobie wraps, slap |
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Joe nameIn any one of them verses say hello to the hearses |
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Too many monkey see, monkey doers |
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I slaughter pigs on my tail like |
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Punky Brewster |
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Niggaz know |
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I get it in on that microphone |
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Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone |
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I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone |
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A pioneer, |
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I set trends on that microphone |
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Decide who you wan' be on that microphone |
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I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones |
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Too many 20 milligram |
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Vic's I'm on |
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Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on |
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Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin' off |
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I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a fluck how |
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I come across |
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All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft |
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Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off |
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Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap |
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They mic got |
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Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope |
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Too many dogs, not enough barkin' yet |
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Too many blueprints, not enough architects |
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Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess |
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Fuck record sales or who the machine markets best |
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I'm the last motherfucker that y'all should test |
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I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga |
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I target next |
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Too many frontin' like y'all that fly |
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Reach it 'cause we set the bar that high(Fool) |
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I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone |
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You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone |
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You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone |
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Niggaz know |
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I get it in on that microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
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The mic, the microphone |
