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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words a time bomb
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've
About a away I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks my aim's clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? You're on the right
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and break
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off a handgun
It's goin' now grab your girl, hops
No when the bodies begin to drop
in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

What's up? You your feet in some concrete?
I got some that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as come, I come correct
You can't handle the vandal hit
If not you better get out my face,
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move hard and with a gangster stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now You start to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a half stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement hide the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, microphone
The stay off the shit list