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 why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and

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

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' on the regular
See me in the black just 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 cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but compare it
I still be schoolin', 'em when I'm speakin'
be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so I ask
You better answer who's the master

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got to a siggity shout 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, and roll thick

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

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

Yo, well yo the sound clever
I'm clown for like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I heard of some
We need to murder some like Ferguson

But now ya us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya to come clean like 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 it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin rhymes up my sleeve

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

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