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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By the age of 16, had of big screens
Mad rubbers to my dick clean
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 chew gum to the breath
My style is wild the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye
See I the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity the nation
From white to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

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

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

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my at the shows
Friends, foes, stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh
My is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
the lingo 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 cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, me and mines
of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever nuttin' nice
to DJ Dice 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 us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm like gristle, see I suggest you

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

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

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