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 y'all I proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why rappers try to faze me
They must be messin' with the Books and Drayzie

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

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

So fear it when you it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', 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
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker

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

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

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

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

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

Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super 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 ride the fat, ooh
My crew is shake, and roll thick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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