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How mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say moni, Say me say many, 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 kids who try to do
For all the reasons
Seasons change, mad rearrange
But it all the same like the love doctor Strange
I'm tame the rapper,
Get red like a when they do that
Got your block saying "True dat"
If only they that,
It was you who was irregular,
your soul for some secular
Muzak wack,
Plus you use that loop and over
Claiming you got a new style
Your are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain waves are
You can't create, you just to take, my tape's
with malice
Hands get
From grippin' from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't me,
I get Inner Visions like
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 without a mic is like a beat without a
I dare to tear into ego,
We go, way like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My mind makes incisions in anatomy
And I'll back this Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God this word
You can't get with
Sweet licorice,
like syphillis, yeah.

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

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

How many do you rip on the daily
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many do I 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

Too many MC's not Mic's
Exit your show like I the turnpike
and dynamite like dolomite
double delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my at night)
And my will mosh your entourage
Squash your and hide your body under my garage.
And when the cops lookin'
be bookin' to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin' to Hoboken
A clean getaway like Baldwin
Drivin' in my fast car playin' Chapman

How mic's 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 many 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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