Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphones, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Microphones |
Excuse me — sir, whose microphone is this? |
«I think it’s that guy over there» |
This guy over here? |
Excuse me, is this your microphone? |
«Yeah» |
I mean, I’ve seen a lot of MC’s on this microphone |
But this is your microphone, right? |
«Yeah, yeah, it’s mine» |
I mean, what I really wanted to know is |
Is this really, I mean really, really your microphone? |
This microphone is mine |
Whenever I hold it, I transcend time |
This microphone allows me to shine |
Bright, with the light |
This microphone is my weapon |
This microphone is my confidant |
This microphone is my magical wand |
To make all y’all, all y’all |
I mean all y’all respond |
Yeeeaahh |
This microphone takes me one step beyond |
This microphone helped to save my soul |
This microphone helped to pave this road |
They say «what do you do?» |
I say «what do you mean?» |
They say «what's your profession» |
I say «microphone fiend» |
This microphone is the one and only thing |
That lets me live, lets me open up and give |
This microphone helps me not be broke |
This microphone helped to feed my folks |
This microphone always keeps me awoke |
I tell the truth and I don’t tell jokes |
Now check it |
I tell the truth and I don’t tell jokes |
Now check it out |
This microphone, when it’s in my hand |
With or without a band, or a mic stand |
I command, even if it’s static-y and distorted |
I still gotta automatically record it |
This microphone, connected to the power supply |
My thoughts blossom, like flowers in the sky |
This microphone… |
Deactivate factor |
We fracture microphones |
Is that a microphone? |
a microphone? |
Go on and roam, take out loans |
If you wanna own, backpains, swallow it down |
Live from LA, it’s Peace and Aceyalone |
Speak rhymes over cell phones |
Now I know you not gonna sing that song |
Why? |
cause ain’t nobody gonna understand that, homes |
This fool is the most assured ?? |
and thongs on |
Down car phones, somebody passed out |
With the car door opened, assed out |
Run up on him, see what he got |
A nice box of microphones, microphones |
These are the same ones being slung to the clones |
Oooh, another busted busta getting broke by the microphone. |
Okay, now I see you proved your point |
So now, I do have another question for you |
«What's that?», «Why so many questions, man?» |
I want to know, who’s style is that? |
Aw P.E.A.C.E. |
man you know these fools are just LIARS |
They got fundamental problems they’re good DRYERS |
But they’re not FLIERS |
They’re wings are broken, they’re sittin' there choking on bones |
When they can get down on the microphone |
I’m committed, I did it, I hit it |
Completely. |
reared system |
All booted up uh, all suited up huh |
Looking all cute, when I’m about to. |
take your boots |
And I’m about to take the gloves too |
And everything I love I. love you but I still gotta shove you |
In my oven full of MCs cause you’re not maTURE |
You’re not PURE, your styles don’t enDURE |
For SURE!. |
this is WAR! |
And I’m a warrior and you get ripped up and tore |
All into pieces, huh, but uh check my thesis |
P.E.A.C.E. |
is up next, aight peace |
You say styles is what you want, huh |
You say styles is what you flaunt, huh |
But you’re not knowing about P.E. |
A-C-E and Aceyalone |
We get down straight burn it to the bone |
On the micropho-o-one, micropho-o-one |
Get on down hound, dance if you wa-a-ant |
We don’t care we 'bout to take y’all home |
To the end of the cut y’all don’t know what’s up |
But break me down now |
See ya homie |
We out |
Microphone |