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How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
I get mad frustrated when I rhymeThinking of all the kids who try to do thisFor all the wrong reasonsSeasons change, mad things rearrangeBut it all stays the same like the love Doctor StrangeI'm tame like the rapper,Get red like a snapper when they do thatGot your whole block saying "TRUE DAT"If only they knew that,It was you who was irregular,Sold your soul for some secularMuzak that's wack,Plus you use that loop over and overClaiming that you got a new styleYour attempts are futile, Ooo chileYour puerile,Brain waves are sterileYou can't create, you just wait to take, my tape'sLaced with maliceHands get callousedFrom grippin' microphones from here to DallasGo ask Alice if you don't believe me,I get Inner Visions like StevieSee me, ascend from the chalice like the weed beIndeed be like Khalil MuhammadMC's make me vomitI get controversialFreak your style with no rehearsalOoo, contraire mon frereDon't you even go thereMe without a mic is like a beat without a snareI dare to tear into your ego,We go, way back like some ganja and pelequoOr Coleco - VisionMy mind makes incisions in your anatomyAnd I'll back this with DeuteronomyOr Leviticus, God made this wordYou can't get with thisSweet like licorice,Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
I get mad frustrated when I rhymeThinking of all the kids who try to do thisFor all the wrong reasonsSeasons change, mad things rearrangeBut it all stays the same like the love Doctor StrangeI'm tame like the rapper,Get red like a snapper when they do thatGot your whole block saying "TRUE DAT"If only they knew that,It was you who was irregular,Sold your soul for some secularMuzak that's wack,Plus you use that loop over and overClaiming that you got a new styleYour attempts are futile, Ooo chileYour puerile,Brain waves are sterileYou can't create, you just wait to take, my tape'sLaced with maliceHands get callousedFrom grippin' microphones from here to DallasGo ask Alice if you don't believe me,I get Inner Visions like StevieSee me, ascend from the chalice like the weed beIndeed be like Khalil MuhammadMC's make me vomitI get controversialFreak your style with no rehearsalOoo, contraire mon frereDon't you even go thereMe without a mic is like a beat without a snareI dare to tear into your ego,We go, way back like some ganja and pelequoOr Coleco - VisionMy mind makes incisions in your anatomyAnd I'll back this with DeuteronomyOr Leviticus, God made this wordYou can't get with thisSweet like licorice,Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the DailySay me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
How Many Mic's Do We Rip
