Microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic

Too many Indians and no chiefs

I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece

I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes

Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints

When I bless a joint, it's like Spock

Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point

I got the voc in touch, I tell my bitch

I'm a give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up

Too many enemies and no killers

Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers, I get stacks

I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap

I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope

Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back

So who's the illest? What you talkin 'bout?

Die Hard like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it

Too many hood guys, not enough good guys

The way you say pussy in plural is puss-i

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone

When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone

The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone

I put my heart and my soul in that microphone

I put it down on that microphone

Turn up the motherfuckin' sound on that microphone

But turn it down if you weak on that microphone

Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone

My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone

That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone

Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone

Like James Brown I'm a die on the microphone

Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone

They on the same bullshit that Mike was on

You're lookin' at the unseen, missin' and to the unheard

I kill your career with one word Slaughterhouse

You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve

I lift your skirt like a young perv knock 'em out

We the mob, homie who need a job?

Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob

Too many in this industry I need to rob

And if eatin' niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob

Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest

Listen this hear me spittin' think it's a pissing contest

I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me

They better off usin' a fishin' pole to reel in the Lock Ness

Yes, I got a barrel that'll spot wussies

If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?

You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone

I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone

Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone

I turn a father to a son on that microphone

I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone

And tell his R's I don't need no microphone

Too many critics tend to be silly

Too many frogs go rabbit but never leave lilies

I get it poppin' like a ineen milli

Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy

Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really

Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily

None of you kids spit evenly

You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin' me

Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame

Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane

Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game

Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine

Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name

In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses

Too many monkey see, monkey doers

I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster

Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone

Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone

I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone

A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone

Decide who you wan' be on that microphone

I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones

Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on

Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on

Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin' off

I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a fluck how I come across

All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft

Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off

Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap

They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope

Too many dogs, not enough barkin' yet

Too many blueprints, not enough architects

Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess

Fuck record sales or who the machine markets best

I'm the last motherfucker that y'all should test

I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next

Too many frontin' like y'all that fly

Reach it 'cause we set the bar that high

(Fool)

I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone

You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone

You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone

Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone

The mic, the microphone