Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Killa, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
Microphone Killa |
| Quick to the draw like an animator |
| Laying down tapes like I’m Hannah Baker |
| Microphone assassinator, rolling in a navigator |
| They just cannot load the data |
| Baby, now they know I made it |
| (Baby, now they know I made it) |
| Better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what |
| I’m lighting the medical, giving the heady a puff |
| Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch |
| Got 'em all bellying up, better give up |
| Turning your city from metal to dust |
| Make tombs for my adversaries |
| Make room or I’ll have 'em buried |
| I’m cutting through all your capillaries |
| Give me, give me, all the God damn loot |
| With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot |
| So please, give me some more space to breathe |
| They saying things about me but the thing about me |
| Is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me |
| Young and OG, spitting my game since ‘03 |
| Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you |
| Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth |
| And move a mountain, you? |
| You just move around it |
| Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded |
| See the room is crowded when I pack the show |
| All black bumblebee, pull up at the door |
| Murdered out, when I’m burning out |
| Tryna get that money in absurd amounts |
| I’ma need a third account |
| I’m the one you heard about, listen |
| Campaign mode like a poli-tician |
| Never laid low 'cause I got a, vision |
| And I gotta bring that bitch into fruition |
| Got 'em wishing I would stop |
| But I never slow down like I’m running from the cops |
| Put some money in the pot |
| Got the pocket aces and I’ll take it no debating |
| Give me everything you got |
| 'Cause I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I grip the mic, like Mike, I’m all thriller |
| Looking for a bigger dinner |
| Got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner |
| Bitches, because you know that I’m the |
| (Chorus: Chris Webby) |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the one with the golden gun |
| I am the light, recite with no filla |
| Don’t step to the best and expect respect |
| I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the |
| The microphone killa |
| (Verse 2: Merkules) |
| I’m the microphone killa with a gun on my waist |
| Fuck out my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase |
| And runnin' with apes, gorillas, fuck the love, it’s just hate |
| Snatchin' crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it |
| I’m feelin' violent, I’ve been a tyrant since Pokemon |
| My potion’s strong, I’m the OG like Obi-Wan |
| I’m going hard like a virgin’s first booty call |
| Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll |
| Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo’s on |
| See me in a camo balaclava when the news come on |
| Shout out Webby, we the youngest with the juice |
| I got an army right behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah |
| These bitches salty, they feelin' froggy, well get up off me |
| What’s in the coffee? |
| I fold em up like I did the laundry |
| I’m Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Ozzy, my shit is hauntin' |
| I kill 'em softly, I’m ice-cold like I went tobogganin' |
| Nevertheless I never fall off once |
| I’m Air Jordan in his prime and y’all the Walmart Chucks |
| My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart’s gut |
| One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck |
| I’m sayin', these ignoramuses think I’m famous, the shit is dated |
| I’m sippin' Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in |
| I feel the hate it’s just motivation to get me paid with |
| So if they say they don’t like me that means I fit the A-list |
| Hey bitch, why you mad at the kid? |
| I’ve had it with this |
| You think you dope, but I’m actually sick |
| Hackin' this shit, back in the mix, gargantuan shit |
| You think you slick, you get slapped with a dick, no question |
| Everybody wants to head off Merk |
| It’s R.I.P Prodigy, I’m bringin' hell on Earth |
| We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first |
| Yo Webby, this shit’s like a 110 bar verse, let’s get it |
| It’s probably 'cause I’ve never wrote my shit in double time |
| Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines |
| Fuck it’s fine, we the illest right now |
| CT to Canada like how you feeling right now |
| (Chorus: Chris Webby) |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the one with the golden gun |
| I am the light, recite with no filla |
| Don’t step to the best and expect respect |
| I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the mic, the microphone killa |
| I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the |
| The microphone killa |