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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 when I
Thinking of all them who try to do this
For all the reasons
Seasons change, mad things
But it all stays the like the love doctor Strange
I'm tame the rapper,
Get red like a snapper they do that
Got your whole saying "True dat"
If they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your for some secular
Muzak wack,
Plus you use that over and over
Claiming that you got a new
Your attempts are futile, ooh
puerile,
Brain waves are
You can't create, you just wait to take, my
Laced malice
Hands get
From grippin' microphones from here to
Go ask Alice if you don't me,
I get Inner Visions Stevie
See me, from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be Khalil Muhammad
MC's make me
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 to tear into your ego,
We go, way like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco,
My mind makes incisions in anatomy
And I'll back this with
Or Leviticus, God made this
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
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 take iron, makes my constipated
I'm concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David Sonnenberg I golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Tov
with no man
Before black, I'm first
Appetite to write like Frederick douglass with a slave
Street pressure word to poppa, I goin' under
One day I'll have a label and make with Tommy Motolla
always told 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 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 slaughtered as he blood from his mouth
The other tried to and caught a left with my Guinness Stout
brother can't you get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's scoping us with their Infra - reds.

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

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

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 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, many,
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