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Pick up your ha ha
up your microphones

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

I get mad when I rhyme
Thinking of all them who try to do this
For all the reasons
change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love Strange
I'm like the rapper,
Get red a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block "True dat"
If only they that,
It was you who was irregular,
your soul for some secular
Muzak wack,
Plus you use loop over and over
that you got a new style
Your are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain are sterile
You can't create, you just to take, my tape's
Laced with
get calloused
From microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't me,
I get Inner like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice the weed be
Indeed be Khalil Muhammad
MC's me vomit
I get
Freak style with no rehearsal
Oh, contraire mon
you even go there
Me without a mic is like a without a snare
I dare to tear into ego,
We go, way back some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My mind makes in your anatomy
And back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made word
You get with this
like licorice,
Dangerous 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 used to be
Now I take iron, makes my shit
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David I play golf
Run through Crown Heights out Mazel Tov
with no man
Before black, I'm first
Appetite to write like Frederick douglass with a slave
Street pressure to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day I'll have a label and deals with Tommy Motolla
Momma always me "You're one in a million"
Always watch your back, never tangle Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a deal, "How does it feel?"
I'm never survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole out of order
So at the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
Brother brother can't you get this your 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
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How mic's do I rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How mic's do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,

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

How mic's 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 many mic's do we rip on the
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,