| Urban organic, mic mechanic
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| Super human MC powers help me fly around the planet
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| Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened
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| Saving damsels in distress so young girls don’t panic
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| Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic
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| Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic
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| Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull
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| Survive the impact, and arctic cold freezes your soul
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| Create a new style, then break the mold
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| Compositions are controlled, and liable to explode
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| Like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes
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| Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine
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| Risky, playing yourself is risky, and the flows mad jazzy
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| Like dizzy Gillespe and the sound be harmonious and deadly
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| Like a harpy call either break one like Wayne Gretzky
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| No man can test me, so why try?, focus like a samurai
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| Stronger than a maitai or a tsunama I mean tsunami
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| I rock it from MTV, to the BBC
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| Radioactive waves short out your TV
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| LESB check it for me in the next galaxy
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| Put it in a time capsule till the next century
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| In a black out use it for electricity
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| Danger, high voltage don’t feed me their daily dosage
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| I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is a percentage
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| Like closing fine wine the rhymes are vintage
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| And the universal will gives me strength like spinach
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| With dinage, I eat it like a Tofu sandwich
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| With cabbage, I ask your girl, she knows that
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| I’m not the average nigga who plays to pull the trigga'
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| Reality’s the root of the rhymes that I configure
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| Phony Baloney, swear like Don Corleone
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| But when shit hit the fan they start crying like pretty Tony
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| Tender like Roni but wish to be bad like Bobby
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| Been there, done that, smashed up talkin' rhymes is my hobby
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| You’re probably, like, what’s he on
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| 'Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone
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| Not in the mafia but I’m the Microphone Don
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| And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon
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| Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka'
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| Meet out in the stretcha' step up in my center
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| Try to match wits but the mentor will crush you
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| Jeru the Damager, the suntoucher please
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| Yeah this is it right here on, always down |