Lyrics Microphone Murder - Dj Kay Slay, Beanie Sigel, Young Chris

Microphone Murder

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