Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)

I iggity am I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I
to understand why these rappers try to me
They must be crazy messin' with the and Drayzie

Big-up to and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like
No matter what the weather son you never spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the
See me in the Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as
So grip, you're and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be
My sewer style it disaster so when I ask
You answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker

Well yo, the humdinger
I'm bringin' a new style of thing
a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a

By the age of 16, had dreams of big
Mad rubbers to my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I check the mic 2-1 and gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of
The heat on the street'll keep my spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm

And I don't sleep, take naps with one eye open
See I believe the weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity the nation
From white folk to Haitian, Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're
I'm on point, exclamation the caper
The flavor misbehaver the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and
Drats, I'm friggin' to the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll

than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad
I'm all that small cat Tomko or Hasbo
I have no fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin'
Big-up to DJ wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never of some
We need to murder some like Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the
Ya best to come clean J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I you

you, my style's official and that's the issue
I the flow I go until it's time to leave
I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
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