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

Dressed in black, I stalk my
in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the money and who the 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
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
You're on the right track
But turn the up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and break
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's goin' now grab your girl, hops
No when the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look I'm playin'
Don't another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want feet in some concrete?
I got some that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and with a gangster stroll
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I 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 the switch and thousands of volts connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I start bustin' off ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your bigger?
your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't give a 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is
Track the movement hide from the
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator off the shit list