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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke stranger
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a away I sit up, look back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a attache
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a silence
Place my cross on my vic's eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? You're on the track
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do another crew and camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I love to and kill for fun
The microphone goes off like a
It's goin' down now grab girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become another of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You can't the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move and cold with a gangster stroll
Five dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I decide to 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, somebody's die
E hits the and thousands of volts connect
With the weapon in my fist
I see a sucka in the row, tryin' to riff
A and a half he's stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think that I
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
Drop science, still the ill stuff
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator off the shit list