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up your microphones

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

I get mad when I rhyme
Thinking of all them who try to do this
For all the wrong
change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same 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 they that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your for some secular
Muzak wack,
Plus you use that over and over
Claiming you got a new style
attempts are futile, ooh child
puerile,
Brain waves are
You can't create, you wait to take, my tape's
Laced with
get calloused
From grippin' from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you believe me,
I get Inner like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like the be
be like Khalil Muhammad
MC's me vomit
I get
Freak your style no rehearsal
Oh, mon frere
don't you even go
Me without a mic is like a beat a snare
I dare to tear 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 word
You can't get with
like licorice,
Dangerous syphillis, yeah.

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

I used to be
Now I take iron, my shit constipated
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David Sonnenberg I play
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Tov
Problem no man
Before black, I'm human
to write like Frederick douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't under
One day have a label and make 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 never gonna survive unless I get crazy Seal.
Cause the world's out of order
So at the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his
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 Infra - reds.

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

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

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