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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
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject another clip and sweat
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, look
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
in a leather attache
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 cross on my vic's eye
the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? on the right track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and camp
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's goin' down now your girl, hops
No excuses the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic

What's up? You your feet in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster
Five thousand 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 move on the ice, get broke up

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