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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 frustrated I rhyme
Thinking of all them who try to do this
For all the wrong
Seasons change, mad rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor
I'm tame the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when do that
Got your block saying "True dat"
If they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some
that's wack,
Plus you use loop over and over
that you got a new style
Your are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain waves are
You create, you just wait to take, my tape's
with malice
Hands get
From grippin' microphones from to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you believe me,
I get Inner Visions like
See me, ascend from the chalice the weed be
Indeed be Khalil Muhammad
make me vomit
I get
Freak your style with no
Oh, mon frere
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 I'll back this with
Or Leviticus, God made word
You can't get with
like licorice,
Dangerous syphillis, yeah.

How many do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How many do we rip on the daily
Many moni, say me say 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
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 Sonnenberg I golf
Run Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
with no man
Before black, I'm first
Appetite to write like Frederick douglass with a slave
Street word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
One day I'll have a label and make deals Tommy Motolla
Momma always me "You're one in a million"
watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, "How it feel?"
I'm never survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole world's out of
So at night the dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Stout
Brother brother can't you get through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us their Infra - reds.

How many do you rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do I rip on the
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 Mic's
Exit show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and like dolomite
deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I my sunglasses at night)
And my will mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide your body my garage.
And the cops come lookin'
be bookin' to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin' to Hoboken
A clean like Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy

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