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Brainstorm microphone
is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and drip
Face of danger, increasin'
blank, I smoke 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 caps I've peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money and who the to do
Four away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? on the right track
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do crew and break camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

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

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E the switch and thousands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I start bustin' off ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
science, still bust the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement hide the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The assassinator stay off the list