Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone, artist - Das EFX. Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
Microphone |
| I iggity am what I is |
| I comes to get biz so bust the jam |
| I might not be the man but y’all I still proceed to slam, I cram |
| To understand why these rappers try to faze me |
| They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie |
| Big-up to Jersey and my people’s out in L. I |
| Well-a hell, I can never catch a sweller |
| Cause you can tell I gets biz like Markie |
| No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me |
| I’m kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular |
| See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular |
| We high as shit, the sky is hit |
| You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit |
| So grip (what?), you’re cheap and buried cause you’re never comin near it |
| So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don’t compare it |
| I still be schoolin, foolin em when I’m speakin |
| Kids be peepin, they love the way that we be freakin |
| My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask ya |
| You better answer who’s the microphone master |
| Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker (x4) |
| Well yo, here’s the humdinger, I’m briggity bringin a new style of lingo |
| It’s a rap singer with the fat flow, so lo and behold |
| I higgity hold this mic piece for ransom |
| It’s all about expansion, stocks of skunk, props and my pops get a mansion |
| By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens |
| Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean |
| Chrome tools in rent |
| And I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints |
| Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess |
| I check the mic 2−1 and chew gum to ease the breath |
| My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova |
| The heat on the street’ll keep my 40's spillin over |
| So the skunk and thai keep me high when I’m smokin |
| And I don’t sleep, just take naps with one eye open |
| See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me |
| The inspiration to riggity rock the nation |
| From white folk to Haitian, Boriqua Jamaican |
| Burn MC’s like degrees of Mason because you’re fakin |
| I’m on point, exclamation with the caper |
| The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker |
| I got to give a shiggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows |
| Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes |
| Drats! |
| I’m freakin it rather fat, ooh shit! |
| My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick |
| Thicker than your blunt cause yo I be’s the Brooklyn trooper |
| And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster |
| Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo |
| I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo |
| I’m starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though |
| I’m all that small cat like Tonka or Hasbro |
| I have no figgity fear yeah, it’s me and mines |
| Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes |
| Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, I’m down for whatever like nuttin nice |
| Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice |
| These 20 MC’s, please! |
| I never heard of some |
| We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson |
| But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder |
| Ya best ta come clean like Jeru and Felix Unger |
| I’m buggin like gristle, see I should dis you |
| Dismiss you, my style’s official and that’s the issue |
| I show the flow I go until it’s time to leave |
| Believe I’m packin more rhymes up my sleeve |
| (*til fade*) |
| Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker |