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

I am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I not be the man but y'all I still 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 and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna me

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

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but 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 'cause so when I ask
You answer who's the microphone master

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

yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity a new style 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
Stocks of skunks, and my pops get a mansion

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thicker than your blunt yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky
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 small cat Tomko or Hasbo
I no figgity 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 like nuttin'
to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of
We need to murder some like Colin

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

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

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

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

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