Microphone Master Lyrics
| Song | Microphone Master |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Hold It Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1：dray | |
| I iggity am what i am | |
| I comes to get biz so bust the jam | |
| I might not be the man but y'all i still proceed to slam, i cram | |
| To understand why these rappers try to faze me | |
| They must be crazy messin with the books and drayzie | |
| Big-up to jersey and my people's out in el-a | |
| Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a | |
| Cos you can tell i gets biz like markie | |
| No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me | |
| I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular | |
| See me in the black benz just blowin up the cellular | |
| We high as ****t, the sky is it | |
| You know the sewer style yo is fly as ****t | |
| So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin near it | |
| So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it | |
| I still be schoolin, foolin em when i'm speakin | |
| Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin | |
| My sewer style it cause disaster so when i ask | |
| You better answer who's the microphone master | |
| Hook (x4): | |
| Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker | |
| Verse 2: skoob | |
| Well yo, here's the humdinger, i'm briggity bringin a new style of thing | |
| It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold | |
| I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom | |
| It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion | |
| By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens | |
| Mad rubbers to keep my **** clean | |
| Chrome tools in rent | |
| And i only go downtown to buy jewels and tints | |
| Jaboll, guess, ol' gold and sess | |
| I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath | |
| My style is wild like the cats of villanova | |
| The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over | |
| So the skunk and thai keep me high when i'm smokin | |
| And i don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open | |
| See i believe the beaded **** in me is feedin me | |
| The inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation | |
| From white folk to haitian, ???? jamaican | |
| Burn mc's like degrees of mason because you're fakin | |
| I'm on point, exclamation with the caper | |
| The flavor mi****ehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker | |
| Hook (x4) | |
| Verse 3: skoob, dray | |
| I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows | |
| Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes | |
| Drats! i'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh ****t! | |
| My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick | |
| Thicker than your blunt cos yo i be's the brooklyn trooper | |
| And i got more ***** than that punk from punky brewster | |
| Bust the lingo ringo stiggity starr bingo | |
| I run ****t like kunta, breaks bones like mandingo | |
| I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though | |
| I'm all that small cat like tomko or ha****o | |
| I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines | |
| Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes | |
| Yo, well yo the ****t sound clever, i'm clown for whatever like nuttin nice | |
| Big-up to dj dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice | |
| These 20 mc's, please! i never heard of some | |
| We need to murder some like colin ferguson | |
| But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder | |
| Ya best ta come clean like j-rule and *?felix sunder?* | |
| I'm buggin like gristle, see i suggest you | |
| Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue | |
| I show the flow i go until it's time to leave | |
| Believe i'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve | |
| Hook to fade |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| I iggity am what i am | |
| I comes to get biz so bust the jam | |
| I might not be the man but y' all i still proceed to slam, i cram | |
| To understand why these rappers try to faze me | |
| They must be crazy messin with the books and drayzie | |
| Bigup to jersey and my people' s out in ela | |
| Wella hella can never cut the swella | |
| Cos you can tell i gets biz like markie | |
| No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me | |
| I' m kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular | |
| See me in the black benz just blowin up the cellular | |
| We high as t, the sky is it | |
| You know the sewer style yo is fly as t | |
| So grip what?, you' re cheap and buried cos you' re never comin near it | |
| So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don' t compare it | |
| I still be schoolin, foolin em when i' m speakin | |
| Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin | |
| My sewer style it cause disaster so when i ask | |
| You better answer who' s the microphone master | |
| Hook x4: | |
| Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker | |
| Verse 2: skoob | |
| Well yo, here' s the humdinger, i' m briggity bringin a new style of thing | |
| It' s a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold | |
| I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom | |
| It' s all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion | |
| By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens | |
| Mad rubbers to keep my clean | |
| Chrome tools in rent | |
| And i only go downtown to buy jewels and tints | |
| Jaboll, guess, ol' gold and sess | |
| I check the mic 21 and chew gum to ease the breath | |
| My style is wild like the cats of villanova | |
| The heat on the street' ll keep my 40' s spillin over | |
| So the skunk and thai keep me high when i' m smokin | |
| And i don' t sleep, just take naps with one eye open | |
| See i believe the beaded in me is feedin me | |
| The inspiration to riggity rock the nation | |
| From white folk to haitian, ???? jamaican | |
| Burn mc' s like degrees of mason because you' re fakin | |
| I' m on point, exclamation with the caper | |
| The flavor mi ehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker | |
| Hook x4 | |
| Verse 3: skoob, dray | |
| I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows | |
| Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes | |
| Drats! i' m friggin to ride the fat, ooh t! | |
| My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick | |
| Thicker than your blunt cos yo i be' s the brooklyn trooper | |
| And i got more than that punk from punky brewster | |
| Bust the lingo ringo stiggity starr bingo | |
| I run t like kunta, breaks bones like mandingo | |
| I' m starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though | |
| I' m all that small cat like tomko or ha o | |
| I have no figgity fear yeah, it' s me and mines | |
| Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes | |
| Yo, well yo the t sound clever, i' m clown for whatever like nuttin nice | |
| Bigup to dj dice wreckin shop when he cut ' n' slice | |
| These 20 mc' s, please! i never heard of some | |
| We need to murder some like colin ferguson | |
| But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder | |
| Ya best ta come clean like jrule and ? felix sunder? | |
| I' m buggin like gristle, see i suggest you | |
| Dismiss you, my style' s official and that' s the issue | |
| I show the flow i go until it' s time to leave | |
| Believe i' m packin more rhymes up my sleeve | |
| Hook to fade |
| Verse 1: dray | |
| I iggity am what i am | |
| I comes to get biz so bust the jam | |
| I might not be the man but y' all i still proceed to slam, i cram | |
| To understand why these rappers try to faze me | |
| They must be crazy messin with the books and drayzie | |
| Bigup to jersey and my people' s out in ela | |
| Wella hella can never cut the swella | |
| Cos you can tell i gets biz like markie | |
| No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me | |
| I' m kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular | |
| See me in the black benz just blowin up the cellular | |
| We high as t, the sky is it | |
| You know the sewer style yo is fly as t | |
| So grip what?, you' re cheap and buried cos you' re never comin near it | |
| So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don' t compare it | |
| I still be schoolin, foolin em when i' m speakin | |
| Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin | |
| My sewer style it cause disaster so when i ask | |
| You better answer who' s the microphone master | |
| Hook x4: | |
| Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker | |
| Verse 2: skoob | |
| Well yo, here' s the humdinger, i' m briggity bringin a new style of thing | |
| It' s a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold | |
| I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom | |
| It' s all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion | |
| By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens | |
| Mad rubbers to keep my clean | |
| Chrome tools in rent | |
| And i only go downtown to buy jewels and tints | |
| Jaboll, guess, ol' gold and sess | |
| I check the mic 21 and chew gum to ease the breath | |
| My style is wild like the cats of villanova | |
| The heat on the street' ll keep my 40' s spillin over | |
| So the skunk and thai keep me high when i' m smokin | |
| And i don' t sleep, just take naps with one eye open | |
| See i believe the beaded in me is feedin me | |
| The inspiration to riggity rock the nation | |
| From white folk to haitian, ???? jamaican | |
| Burn mc' s like degrees of mason because you' re fakin | |
| I' m on point, exclamation with the caper | |
| The flavor mi ehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker | |
| Hook x4 | |
| Verse 3: skoob, dray | |
| I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows | |
| Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes | |
| Drats! i' m friggin to ride the fat, ooh t! | |
| My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick | |
| Thicker than your blunt cos yo i be' s the brooklyn trooper | |
| And i got more than that punk from punky brewster | |
| Bust the lingo ringo stiggity starr bingo | |
| I run t like kunta, breaks bones like mandingo | |
| I' m starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though | |
| I' m all that small cat like tomko or ha o | |
| I have no figgity fear yeah, it' s me and mines | |
| Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes | |
| Yo, well yo the t sound clever, i' m clown for whatever like nuttin nice | |
| Bigup to dj dice wreckin shop when he cut ' n' slice | |
| These 20 mc' s, please! i never heard of some | |
| We need to murder some like colin ferguson | |
| But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder | |
| Ya best ta come clean like jrule and ? felix sunder? | |
| I' m buggin like gristle, see i suggest you | |
| Dismiss you, my style' s official and that' s the issue | |
| I show the flow i go until it' s time to leave | |
| Believe i' m packin more rhymes up my sleeve | |
| Hook to fade |
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