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Pick up your microphones. |
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Pick up your microphones. |
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Yo! How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Say, me say many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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I get mad frustrated when I rhyme |
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Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons |
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Season change mad things rearrange |
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But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange |
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I'm tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that, |
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Got your whole block saying true dat, |
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If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular |
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Soldier soul for some secular muzac that's whack |
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Plus you use that, loop, over and over, |
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Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child |
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Your puerile, brain waves are sterile, |
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You can't create you just wait to take, my take |
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Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones |
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>From here to Dallas go ask Alice if you don't believe me, |
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I get innovisions like Stevie |
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See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be |
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Indeed we like Kalid Mohammed MC's make me vomit |
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I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal |
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Oooh contrare moonfire, don't you even go there |
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Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare |
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I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back |
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Like some gonja and palequo or Coleco Vision |
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My minds make incisions in your anatomy |
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And I back this with dudaronomy or liberty-kids |
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God made this word, you can't get with this |
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Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphillis, yeah |
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How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do I rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do you rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated |
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I'm more concentrated, so on my day off with David Sanonburg I play golf, |
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Run through Crown Heights screaming out "Mazeltoff!" |
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Problem with noman before black I'm first hu-man |
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Appetite to write, like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand |
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Street pressure, word to papa I aint' going under |
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One day I have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola |
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Mama always told me, "Your one in a million, |
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Always watch our back, never tango with haitian-sicilians" |
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Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? |
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I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal |
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Cause the whole worlds' out a order, |
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So at night the feins dance on grease with John Travolta |
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One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth |
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The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness stout |
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Brother, brother can't you get this through your head, |
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It's a setup by the feds, their scoping us with their infrareds |
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How many mics do you rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do I rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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Too many MC's not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the turnpike |
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Dice and dynomite like Dolomite, double do's been like I don't Dick Van Dyke |
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Starlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night |
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Like my man Wyclef-"I wear my sunglasses at night" |
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And my ponage with martial encourage |
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Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage |
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And when the cops come lookin, I be bookin to Brooklyn |
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Beat the trails broken flipping tokens to Hoboken |
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A clean Getaway like Alec Baldwin, driving in my fast car playing Tracy |
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Chapman |
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How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Say, me say many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do you rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do we rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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How many mics do I rip on the daily |
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Many money say me say many many many |
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Many, many money many many many |
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Many, many money. Ha, Ha, Ha. |
