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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words a time bomb
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, anger
blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear caps I've peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

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

What's up? You want your in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as come, I come correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
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 a damn cop
'Cause I hard and cold with a gangster stroll
thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
ring, worth a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now You start to choke up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the and thousands of volts connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit