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Pick up microphones

How mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many,
How many mic's do we rip on the
Say me say moni, Say me say many, many, many

I get mad frustrated when I
Thinking of all them who try to do this
For all the reasons
Seasons change, mad rearrange
But it all stays the like the love doctor Strange
I'm like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do
Got your whole block "True dat"
If only knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
your soul for some secular
Muzak wack,
Plus you use that loop over and
that you got a new style
Your are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain are sterile
You can't create, you wait to take, my tape's
Laced with
get calloused
From microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you believe me,
I get Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like the be
Indeed be Khalil Muhammad
MC's make me
I get
Freak your style with no
Oh, mon frere
don't you even go
Me a mic is like a beat without a snare
I to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and
Or Coleco,
My mind makes incisions in your
And I'll this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this
You can't get this
Sweet licorice,
like syphillis, yeah.

How many mic's do we rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many do we rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many do you rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,

I to be underrated
Now I take iron, makes my shit
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David I play golf
Run through Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
with no man
Before black, I'm human
to write like Frederick douglass with a slave hand
Street word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day I'll have a label and deals with Tommy Motolla
always told me "You're one in a million"
Always watch your back, tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a deal, "How does it feel?"
I'm never gonna survive unless I get like Seal.
the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiend's dance on with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed from his mouth
The other tried to and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you get this through head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their - reds.

How mic's do you rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How mic's do I rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,

Too many MC's not enough
Exit your show I exit the turnpike
and dynamite like dolomite
double delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at
Like my man Wyclef (I my sunglasses at night)
And my panache mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide body under my garage.
And when the come lookin'
be bookin' to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken tokens to Hoboken
A clean getaway like Alec
Drivin' in my fast car Tracy Chapman

How many do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How many mic's do you rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How mic's do we rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How mic's do we rip on the daily
moni, Say me say many, many, many, many
Many, many, many, moni, many, many, many, many, many, many,