| They try to pick and choose who they want to shine
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| Instead of lettin' those shine who’s supposed to shine
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| It’s really not connectin' with the audience because people don’t really wanna
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| hear these certain individuals
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| With this bein' the mecca, I don’t give a fuck how you slice it
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| You gonna wanna hear somebody that’s lyrically inclined
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| You gonna wanna hear somebody with some substance
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| Yeah, it’s the nigga they love to hate
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| Used to hustle for days, now lobster cover my plate
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| I’m joggin' on all these niggas, ain’t even come for the race
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| Used to couldn’t get numbers, now I just cum in they face like a porn star
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| If you get lost, just hit the OnStar
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| Learned that from Cam, had grams all in my mom’s car
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| I’m just reapin' the benefits from the time I spent deliverin' premium quality
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| like a Heineken
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| Nigga’s lost and they wanderin'
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| Lotta paper for launderin'
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| Clap at you like the audience, you puttin' on a good show
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| Switchin' gears in the Mustang
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| He caught a buck fifty ear to his mustache, still let his nuts hang
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| They press you when you get to that island, you from what gang?
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| I done felt enough pain, sick of takin' the bus and train
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| With five dollars for dinner, had to decide
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| Should I go order some chicken or get high?
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| I’m pullin out my weapon
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| I’m the nicest alive, recitin' the rhyme
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| Providin' that no one’s excitin' as I
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| Fightin' like Tyson and light when I’m writin'
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| Precise as a knife when it’s slicin' the pie
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| You like to fly? |
| Your life is a lie
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| Tryna to find him, he right in the Stuy
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| Trife as the life of the swipers and shysters residin' on Rykers with Bibles
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| and knives
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| Why are you guys excited to die?
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| I’m takin' the shot that a sniper decides
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| Pride of the fighter, the eye of the tiger
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| So when we talkin', look me right in my eye
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| Tryna get by
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| You know the rules, high as the sky
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| Troopers of truth, don’t try to deny
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| Raw at your neck, I’m tight as a tie
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| On-site beef, that mean on site, let it fly
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| Bright as McGuyver, you phony vagina
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| A fake pussy’s what I’m tryna describe
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| Music is medicine, this is what I gotta prescribe
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| Death poetry, only the real writers survive
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| From outta the barracks, the carrots on, protein magnets, eat well
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| Kerosene bullets in the cabinets
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| Feed the family
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| Healthy, wealthy rap start of a realty
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| Slingin' coke racks in every facility
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| Blood, money, and verses
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| Gasoline, hearses, and whips
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| Sellin' dope and X pills, what’s the drill?
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| We don’t work for shit, we just connect and it’s smooth
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| Somewhere stranded by the ocean with blow guns and jewels, we like pirates
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| Bonded 'cause the loyalty’s laundered
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| It goes back to fish scale days and think waves
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| Most of the time I used to write rhymes and stack
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| That’s the poetry spirit we speak knowin' the facts
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| If I ever saw, yo, I sit up in the castle and praise Allah five times
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| Just me and my fly dimes
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| The block, so much ground work, now it’s brown dirt
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| We pray to the kids, get better, love forever
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
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| Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
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| A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Murder, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Album song Month of Madness, Vol. 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп