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

I am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why rappers try to faze me
They must be messin' with the Books 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 the weather son you never wanna spark me

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

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

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

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

By the age of 16, had of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick
Chrome in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and gum to ease the breath
My style is wild the Cats of Villanova
The on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is me
The inspiration to rock the nation
white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme

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

I got to give a siggity to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm to ride 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 Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like

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

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

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

Dismiss you, my style's official and the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to
Believe I'm 'more rhymes up my sleeve

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

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

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