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

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

Big-up to and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a can never cut the swell-a
you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you 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 the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so I ask
You better answer who's the master

Miggity master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity 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 piece for ransom, it's all about
Stocks of skunks, props and my get a mansion

By the age of 16, had of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy 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 my 40's spillin' 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 the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the
white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

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

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

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

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

I'm starstruck starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like or Hasbo
I have no 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 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 murder some like Ferguson

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

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

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

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

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