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when i be on the mic

Hardcore, real ill niggas

Im internationally known

When I be on the micHardcore, real ill niggas

Im internationally known, yoHardcore, real ill niggas

Im internationally known

When I be on the micHardcore, real ill niggas

So all hail the honorableIts to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters

Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures

My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters

Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggasWhen its ugly, then the club is lovely

Thugs be sipping Hennessey and bubbly

To my comrades that keep it flaming hot

On dangerous blocks, claiming spotsWhere the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers

Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers

Get respect in the hood, credit is good

Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra woodRock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby

Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on

Dont have to blow twenty thou to get to know honeys style

Show her the town, steal her heart, no money downHardcore, real ill niggas

Im internationally known

When I be on the micHow about some hardcore, yeah, we like it raw for sure

Broads on the floor, wall to wall

Theres more at the door, players ball to score

Cause this right here is for all of yallRakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro

You go see a show, smoke an' l, mean yo

And deejays play hits with hard bass kicks

And then they display tricks like the matrixMake the record fly undetected by the naked eye

So just feel the vibe cause your ears never lie

Nowadays deejays bags of tricks, graphic

On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch itClassic, this kid got his craft mastered

Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic

Spin it back and forth and grab it and know just where it is

There it isHardcore, real ill niggas

Im internationally known

When I be on the micTo my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques

I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks

They be like, "How that kid ra reach the peak? "

Pull out the heat and use my technique to speakIts dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids

What part of the game this is and foreign languages

They hold Ras events in different continents

Put my lyrical contents in monumentsIn ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh

Mind travel, design style like apparel

My fashions last long as a lifetime

'Cause I can see the future when the God write rhymesTheyre mad 'cause I managed to reign so long

Like their chance to make money done came and gone

This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night

And the sisters that be keeping this right when I be on the micHardcore, real ill niggas

Im internationally known

When I be on the mic

Songwriters

Chris Martin;William GriffinPublished by

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