Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mic Manipulator , by - Edan. Song from the album Mic Manipulator, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2000
Record label: Lewis
Song language: English
Mic Manipulator |
| Well I’m a rhyme regulator, mic manipulator |
| Pterodactyl, there and back to terminate ya |
| Super-duper classic for the dickhead gerbil |
| Kids roll red carpet when I flip fresh verbal |
| Mathematics have an addict catching static to learn |
| Information inflammation formulating the birds |
| Heard that kids burn a bit in the arm when life harms ya |
| For making negative music and talking 'bout karma |
| Mangle methodology through tangled technicalities |
| Grounding gravity within my range of fresh realities |
| I rearrange a fallacy to format fruit |
| God’s path is made of math and I explore that route |
| I bust rhymes in the shower, crush, kill, devour |
| Must spill the waters of truth to all of the youth |
| Show em that the mic is like a voice (times ten) |
| Track-tightening made a lightening, that’s when choice rhymes blend |
| Now bring the Battle Star Galactic, my patterns are the tactics |
| The catalog is that of a catalyst with data chips |
| The only additive in audio electron |
| Neutrons connect protons, select songs |
| Lexicon, legendary luminescence |
| Set coordinates for the forest of human essence |
| Through intelligent thought I’m never a fraud |
| My occupation’s rocking nations and I treasure the job |
| It’s like that |
| (Leçon numéro 15) |
| (Label me as the mic manipulator) |
| (15 ème leçon) |
| (Chez le coiffeur) |
| (Label me as the mic manipulator) |
| (Voulez-vous me couper les cheveux, s’il-vous plait?) |
| (Volontiers, monsieur) |
| (Label me as the mic manipulator) |
| (Asseyez-vous, s’il-vous plait) |
| (Quelle coupe desirez-vous?) |
| (With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC’s) |
| (Measuring the radius like a protractor) |
| Well I’m the mental motivator, the dialogue demonstrator |
| Principal professor in the province of pen and paper |
| Logical legislator, an optical educator |
| Philosophical detonator with extra lasers |
| See a silly slogan slip slow sleuth-like |
| So subtle satisfaction like a brand new bike |
| With the chrome spokes, legendary cipher with old folk |
| Rap is an old moat, I float in that gold boat |
| Boasting the best cause I’m roasting the rest |
| Coasting a quest, slow pokes are toast in a test |
| To a black and white scene I bring the purple tangerine |
| To progress the conquest of man and machine |
| Since Adam and Eve there’s been a battle for peace |
| Through a pattern of speech I can rap to the beat |
| About life’s paradoxical, seemingly illogical |
| Beyond the optical, contradictory trickery |
| Victory is misery for comp that I stamp fraud |
| I’ll stomp your champ squad and clamp your Canvoy |
| The atypical android with plan ploys |
| To slam toys brings me both confidence and joy |
| Alloy titanium guards my fly cranium |
| Step the fuck back to the lab, this is my stadium |
| Dreaming about battling a petty MC? |
| I’d rather trade bars with the likes of Moe Dee |
| T La Rock, the fundamentals cause I’ll never be above that |
| I’m only 21 and I know all the words to «Love Rap» |
| Sucker |