Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Techniques, artist - 3rd Bass. Album song Derelicts Of Dialect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Microphone Techniques |
The next selection is. |
bass filled. |
Musical compisition, entitled. |
Microphone Techniques. |
Please check it out. |
Get up everybody, it’s time to sway OK |
Greg Nice is on the mic with no delay |
Get up everybody, it’s time to sway OK |
Greg Nice is on the mic with no delay |
She, said, her name was Lola |
I, said, yo Lola, swolla |
Suave bola, Ayatollah |
Saudi Arabia, Coca-Cola |
My Rolex watch is ran by solar |
Get down, peep my mic technique |
Let’s freak let’s freak let’s freak to the beat |
Checks get cashed, at the end of the weak |
C’mon, Deck the Halls with skins and party |
Gainin weight cause I do eat hearty |
When I wanna get tipsy I drink Bacardi |
Greg Nice, I’m outta here, ghost! |
I’m on the microphone. |
(5X) |
Uncle Fester, the baldhead jester |
Not me, the Minister, the mic molestor |
Five-oh arrest a G, doin ill deeds |
Took a hoe to pull out the weeds |
Droppin G, the case court is to hobos |
Kickin the bobo, chewin on a Rolo |
Ain’t a Volvo with no paid promos |
Sippin cocoa and rollin up momos |
Fee fie foe fum I need awake drums |
The buns ain’t mack cause your breath hums |
No Funky Drummer loser pass summons |
But you can’t stop the +Humrush+ hummings |
Like Roto Rooter layin pipes like a plumber |
Nice and Smooth cause Three’s a prime number |
I go brick church buildin when I’m sleepin |
So flip off my tip, I rip the mic techniquein |
I’m on the microphone. |
(6X) |
I praise the Lord that I’m no longer a vandal |
Kiss my daughter goodnight, then I light a white candle |
and sit back and meditate |
Evaluate, appreciate |
Cause I didn’t have to be here, on wax |
Unveling a truth with proof of all facts |
Cause in my life I see the life of many others |
Various shades of colors, sisters brothers |
And once my soul leaves my bodily shell |
I believe to receive a new vail |
of some concious subconcious abode |
chose by few on the positive road |
A man is judged by the goodness of his heart |
So who’s to say who’s dumb and who’s smart? |
Aiyyo Serch (Whattup?)I came to hear you speak |
Get on the mic and flaunt your microphone technique |
I’m on the microphone. |
(7X) |
Watch me shine til it’s time for sundown |
I had a scuffle with a kid it only went one round |
I got a girl so there’s no need to sex a hoe |
But I gas em up just like they’re at Texaco |
Ring goes my phone, so I pick it up and say, Whattup? |
Somebody’s flippin, so I tell him to shut up We’d use a F word, but Ice Cube got the copyright |
so I’ll make it +Funky For You+ with Greg Nice |
and his partner Smooth B Watch the Superbowl, just for Bud Bowl III |
Then I watch Living Colour, cause Homey don’t play dat |
Money like my honey in my crib and it’ll stay that way |
The equality variety |
You don’t like it then you’re gonna join the Dead Poet’s Society |
Try to flip on what this quartet speaks |
and Serch will disperse, the microphone techniques |