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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a time
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it might a blackout
Dead end, no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the
As I commence to
Eject another and drip sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I another stranger
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
on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, look
It nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four 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 track
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do crew and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a 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 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'

up? You want your feet 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 your dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm as they come, I come correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or else you better be a bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
Five O ice, yo a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly
Rolex, you can't fit no diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I decide to 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, 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 he's stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
science, still bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement from the punchline
I rhyme quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list