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 these rappers try to me
They must be crazy with the Books and Drayzie

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

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the
See me in the black Benz blowin' up the cellular
We as shit, the sky is it?
You the sewer style yo is fly as shit
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', they love the way we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause so when I ask
You answer who's the microphone master

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

Well yo, here's the
I'm briggity bringin' a new of thing
a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity 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 dreams of big
Mad rubbers to keep my clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go 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 like the Cats of
The heat on the keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to rock the nation
white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, well yo the shit clever
I'm for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to some like Colin 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' gristle, see I suggest you

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

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

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

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