Текст песни Das Efx - Microphone Master
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Verse 1: DrayI iggity am what I amI comes to get biz so bust the jamI might not be the man but y`all I still proceed to slam, I cramto understand why these rappers try to faze meThey must be crazy messin with the Books and DrayzieBig-up to Jersey and my people`s out in el-aWell-a hell-a can never cut the swell-aCos you can tell I gets biz like MarkieNo matter what the weather son you never wanna spark meI`m kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regularSee me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellularWe high as shit, the sky is itYou know the sewer style yo is fly as shitSo grip (what?), you`re cheap and buried cos you`re never comin near itSo fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don`t compare itI still be schoolin, foolin em when I`m speakinKids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakinMy sewer style it cause disaster so when I askyou better answer who`s the microphone masterHook (x4):Miggity microphone master, super rhyme makerVerse 2: SkoobWell yo, here`s the humdinger, I`m briggity bringin a new style of thingIt`s a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and beholdI higgity hold his mic piece for ransomIt`s all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansionBy the age of 16, had dreams of big screensMad rubbers to keep my dick cleanChrome tools in rentand I only go downtown to buy jewels and tintsJaboll, Guess, ol` Gold and sessI check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breathMy style is wild like the Cats of VillanovaThe heat on the street`ll keep my 40`s spillin overSo the skunk and thai keep me high when I`m smokinAnd I don`t sleep, just take naps with one eye openSee I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin methe inspi-ration to riggity rock the nationfrom white folk to Haitian, ???? JamaicanBurn MC`s like degrees of Mason because you`re fakinI`m on point, exclamation with the caperThe flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme makerHook (x4)Verse 3: Skoob, DrayI got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the showsfriends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoesDrats! I`m friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!My crew is shake, rattle and roll thickThicker than your blunt cos yo I be`s the Brooklyn trooperand I got more spunk than that punk from Punky BrewsterBust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingoI run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like MandingoI`m starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad thoughI`m all that small cat like Tomko or HasboI have no figgity fear yeah, it`s me and minesMasters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymesYo, well yo the shit sound clever, I`m clown for whatever like nuttin niceBig-up to DJ Dice wreckin shop when he cut `n` sliceThese 20 MC`s, please! I never heard of someWe need to murder some like Colin FergusonBut now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunderYa best ta come clean like J-Rule and *?Felix Sunder?*I`m buggin like gristle, see I suggest youdismiss you, my style`s official and that`s the issueI show the flow I go until it`s time to leaveBelieve I`m packin more rhymes up my sleeveHook to fade