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[ti:prhyme-microphone-preem-feat-slaughterhouse{mp3freex}] |
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This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine |
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I'm handlin' you frauds |
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These wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em |
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I'm bandages and gauze |
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Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em |
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But I'm havin' a menage |
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Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap game |
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I'm managin' my odds |
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Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are too short |
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Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods |
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Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch |
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Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah |
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Fuck your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit |
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March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah |
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You call it light work, nigga this is my life's work |
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I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse |
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Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson |
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And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic worse |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy? |
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That was part uno, this is part two though |
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This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap |
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The competition fell back, niggas ask, how much did I use to drink |
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I tell 'em off the top of my head, about a gallon |
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Kinda like Pharrell's hat, but all jokes aside like I ordered fries |
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I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized |
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Before police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life |
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And Morgan Freeman was narratin' |
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(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch taller, 'fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller |
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Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs |
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You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see |
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Same shit, another nigga gotta die today |
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My bitch gone (why), we ain't ever goin' out on dates |
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(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of state |
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Whinin' all the time, all she do was holler, we ain't like a Pagan holiday |
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Rappers will, be actin' ill, knowing they daffodils |
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I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards |
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And that says "laciryl", and that's exactly how I feel |
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Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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I'll give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up |
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(That was part uno, this is part two though) |
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Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah |
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I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda |
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The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of |
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The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the servers |
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(House Gang what up!) |
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Other groups basic mergers |
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We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it further |
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Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for? |
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You can't go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4 |
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We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint |
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Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point |
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Brothers for real, I can honestly say |
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If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin' |
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Meet fire, street fighters when these pens writin' |
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Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison |
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(Come on, Quick, you wildin' again) |
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Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this shit |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies |
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(That was part uno, this is part two though) |
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These niggas might play cray, try slay me |
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Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday |
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Right footed melee, strapped a light AK |
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Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ |
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Do it for Em, my squad do it for bundles |
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Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein' humble |
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Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated |
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It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it |
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How I feel about these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all |
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Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all |
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A hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all |
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Banana clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all |
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Cause when it's gats involved, bodies'll fall |
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From the sky, could really be rainin' cats and dogs |
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It's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rockin' to |
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Call a spade a spade, nigga try to follow suit |
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I'm tryna murder the microphone |
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Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone |
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Too many big dogs, not enough barkin' yet |
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(That was part uno, this is part two though) |