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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I another stranger
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
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 away I sit up, look back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I my prey
in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
Four away my aim's clean
Night scope on a carbine
my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? on the right track
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do another crew and break
The only way I sleep is in a cold
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to and kill 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 look like I'm
Don't another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, break your dome
Shoot you in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I hard and cold 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 decide to it
What's up now punk? You to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I start bustin' off ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there I squeeze the trigger
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm off another lyrical nightmare
Parents the ice, you think that 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 stay off the shit