| Quick to the draw like an animator
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| Laying down tapes like I’m Hannah Baker
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| Microphone assassinator, rolling in a navigator
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| They just cannot load the data
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| Baby, now they know I made it
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| (Baby, now they know I made it)
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| Better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what
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| I’m lighting the medical, giving the heady a puff
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| Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch
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| Got 'em all bellying up, better give up
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| Turning your city from metal to dust
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| Make tombs for my adversaries
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| Make room or I’ll have 'em buried
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| I’m cutting through all your capillaries
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| Give me, give me, all the God damn loot
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| With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot
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| So please, give me some more space to breathe
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| They saying things about me but the thing about me
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| Is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me
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| Young and OG, spitting my game since ‘03
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| Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you
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| Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth
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| And move a mountain, you? |
| You just move around it
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| Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded
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| See the room is crowded when I pack the show
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| All black bumblebee, pull up at the door
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| Murdered out, when I’m burning out
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| Tryna get that money in absurd amounts
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| I’ma need a third account
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| I’m the one you heard about, listen
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| Campaign mode like a poli-tician
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| Never laid low 'cause I got a, vision
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| And I gotta bring that bitch into fruition
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| Got 'em wishing I would stop
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| But I never slow down like I’m running from the cops
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| Put some money in the pot
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| Got the pocket aces and I’ll take it no debating
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| Give me everything you got
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| 'Cause I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I grip the mic, like Mike, I’m all thriller
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| Looking for a bigger dinner
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| Got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner
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| Bitches, because you know that I’m the
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| (Chorus: Chris Webby)
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the one with the golden gun
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| I am the light, recite with no filla
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| Don’t step to the best and expect respect
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| I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
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| The microphone killa
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| (Verse 2: Merkules)
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| I’m the microphone killa with a gun on my waist
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| Fuck out my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase
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| And runnin' with apes, gorillas, fuck the love, it’s just hate
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| Snatchin' crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it
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| I’m feelin' violent, I’ve been a tyrant since Pokemon
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| My potion’s strong, I’m the OG like Obi-Wan
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| I’m going hard like a virgin’s first booty call
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| Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll
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| Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo’s on
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| See me in a camo balaclava when the news come on
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| Shout out Webby, we the youngest with the juice
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| I got an army right behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah
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| These bitches salty, they feelin' froggy, well get up off me
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| What’s in the coffee? |
| I fold em up like I did the laundry
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| I’m Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Ozzy, my shit is hauntin'
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| I kill 'em softly, I’m ice-cold like I went tobogganin'
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| Nevertheless I never fall off once
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| I’m Air Jordan in his prime and y’all the Walmart Chucks
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| My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart’s gut
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| One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck
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| I’m sayin', these ignoramuses think I’m famous, the shit is dated
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| I’m sippin' Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in
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| I feel the hate it’s just motivation to get me paid with
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| So if they say they don’t like me that means I fit the A-list
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| Hey bitch, why you mad at the kid? |
| I’ve had it with this
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| You think you dope, but I’m actually sick
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| Hackin' this shit, back in the mix, gargantuan shit
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| You think you slick, you get slapped with a dick, no question
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| Everybody wants to head off Merk
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| It’s R.I.P Prodigy, I’m bringin' hell on Earth
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| We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first
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| Yo Webby, this shit’s like a 110 bar verse, let’s get it
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| It’s probably 'cause I’ve never wrote my shit in double time
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| Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines
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| Fuck it’s fine, we the illest right now
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| CT to Canada like how you feeling right now
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| (Chorus: Chris Webby)
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the one with the golden gun
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| I am the light, recite with no filla
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| Don’t step to the best and expect respect
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| I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the
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| The microphone killa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Microphone Killa , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп