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Pick up microphones ha ha
up your microphones

How many mic's do we rip on the
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many,
How many do we rip on the daily
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 wrong
Seasons change, mad rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor
I'm like the rapper,
Get red like a when they do that
Got your whole saying "True dat"
If they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for secular
Muzak wack,
you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new
Your attempts are futile, ooh
puerile,
Brain are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take, my
Laced malice
get calloused
From grippin' from here to Dallas
Go ask if you don't believe me,
I get Inner Visions like
See me, ascend from the chalice the weed be
be like Khalil Muhammad
MC's me vomit
I get
Freak your with no rehearsal
Oh, contraire mon
don't you even go
Me a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into ego,
We go, way back like some and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My mind incisions in your anatomy
And I'll back this Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God this 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 mic's do we rip on the
Many moni, say me say many, many,
How many mic's do you rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many
How many mic's do we rip on the
moni, say me say many, many, many

I to be underrated
Now I iron, makes my shit constipated
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Tov
Problem 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 back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a deal, "How does it feel?"
I'm gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiend's dance on Grease John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood 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 they're scoping us with their Infra - reds.

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

Too many MC's not Mic's
Exit your like I exit the turnpike
Dice and like dolomite
double deuce delight, I don't Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks out at night
my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will your entourage
Squash your squad and hide your body my garage.
And when the cops come
I'll be to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin' to Hoboken
A clean getaway Alec Baldwin
Drivin' in my car playin' Tracy Chapman

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