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Текст песни Aceyalone - Golden Mic

Aceyalone - Golden Mic слова песни

Yeeees, manBut I`m not a yes-manWho am I?I`m that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightGolden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightNow it don`t really matterWho`s the first or the second batterWhat you got mixed in your batterI`m finna drop that fatter dataLook, I ain`t really ever told y`all thisBut I got a hit with the ultimate twistLooka here, listen up clearNiggas been bitin my shit for yearsMousekateer turned muskateer wanna bust in hereI don`t think so, the golden mic belongs to meThe flow sounds dope but the song is freeDamn, these fools sound wrong to meWhat`s the definition of a strong MC?Let`s take MC such-and-suchWanna freestyle but he doin too muchHere`s another blunt, take another puffKeep on smokin till you high enoughMaybe y`all can fall in y`all zoneIf all y`all got a little more stonedRing-ding-ding - what`s callin? The phoneHello, who this? (It`s Aceyalone)"Aceyalone? What to do? Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"Said he wants all the styles you tookNigga actin like he wrote the bookBy the tone of his voice he soundin shookThen he put the phone back on the hookOne of these things I`ve grown to learnA lotta fools choke when it`s on they turnI know that I shouldn`t even be concernedBut I gotta lotta MC`s to burnCould be you or the one you withWhen it comes to this you ain`t runnin shitWhen I come through the sun is litAnd when I come through I come to spitOn the golden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightGolden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightNow who done put they fingers in my candy jar?Now I know I ain`t the man from MarsLet`s go upon on em, there they areHey you, yeah you, with the microWhere the hell you get that tight flow?He said, "Ah, this just hydroStill tryina get that nitro"Psycho-alpha-disco-betaI`m South of Frisco in South CentralServin perpetratorsI guess I`m a fanaticYou want that shit, I have itSee, I don`t want no staticBut it`s a-u-t-o-maticSee, you you wanna play boss hogRunnin `round like a lost dogComin up short like a pollywogGo crawl backThinkin it`s all good when it`s all badProjectile blow thisYou see, my style`s the oldestI give em what they need, I plant that seedAnd watch it grow like a lotusSee, it told y`all this in the scriptureRight after I slipped yaSome of this dope, I took your pictureTo remember how I ripped yaSee, I`m aimin while it`s raininAnd see, you just complaininSayin when my boat gon` come in?Muthafucka, it already came inWhen I get this mic adjustedWatch how I bust itGet these niggas disgustedIt`s a reason why I`m trustedWith the golden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightGolden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightLet`s drop it, same topicYo, come on, homie, now stop itWhy should I put the mic in yo hands if you can`t even rock it?You gotta dig in deep, no time to sleepWhen they play the beat, gotta bring in the heatTell em what they know, what they don`t knowWhat they wanna hear, what they fear, what they want, needYou can be down, just don`t deceiveGot a whole lotta tricks up my sleeveMight say somethin that you don`t believeBut the show ain`t over until I leaveI don`t need no intro, no outro, in essentialJust my utensils and my instrumentalUnderstood, now overstoodIt`s about 50 rappers per hoodBring the woodpecker, I bring the woodAnd we can chop it up like you know we shouldCause in these last days I`ma watch these rappers cascadeYou need first aid when the verse is laidAll over your mascaradeSo let this be a lessonTo all you fools that`s flexinYou want next inBetter come with perfectionOn the golden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightGolden mic, I hold it tightWhen it`s open mic it`s like it`s broken micSmokin mic, the word is spoken tightYeahHa-haNowWe areHave always beenHave always had the champion soundThe originatorsOf this hereNow y`all can have it nowY`all can go take it and spread it out to the industryBut this where it startedFreestyle Fellowship, Project BlowedMassmenAnd I amAceyaloneAce One!And ya don`t stopHa-haA-and you don`t stopFatjackAlways comes with the fat tracksWe cater to the deejaysWe cater to the emceesWe cater positivityWe cater to the love of hip-hopAlright, righteousYEEEEES MANBut I`m not a yes-man

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