Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mic Trippin , by - GZA/Genius. Song from the album Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Mic Trippin |
| Mic trippin, from rock skipping |
| Off the local brooks, not knowing |
| Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks |
| Ryming off apache, the rza scratch thee |
| Records borrowed from home alone kid known as latchkey |
| Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics |
| Forty-fives marked up, looped with static |
| Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, trucks chevy |
| Flare ripped from the magic lair, of medley |
| But deadly I merge foward, with a sharp spear |
| He must return now his flight departs here |
| Like sittin bull, I lay with my bow pulled |
| Arrow poisonous cos my enemy clips full |
| Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers |
| Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders |
| Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers |
| Intimate footage roll off the cameramans shoulder |
| Many-a-die for fame movin like leroy |
| Cant be one and the same, nah it aint b-boy |
| The decoy, scan this with high tech radar |
| Til my mic strike, leave a state-size crater |
| I came into this with the writers block |
| To prevent a sudden shock, on a large flock |
| Clips are uncut episode, invinciable armor |
| I blaze one, once I struck the match off my bomber |
| Adjust this, til its eqed like never |
| Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever |
| Its operation cobra, its over |
| Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier |
| My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break labelmates |
| Wont hesitate to negotiate your table stake |
| First lesson came from the session, room one |
| From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it Complex, complicated, compressed elongated |
| Homicidial sub-title, wu claw banga off the ocean shore |
| Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw |
| Intern engineer, vest on the youth |
| Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires |
| From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangsters gat |
| Two hit tucker she labeled it gangstar rap |
| Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves |
| Of some sort, courts got papers to serve |
| Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser |
| One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her |
| You punch-drunk swingin your keys on your index |
| Showin off your rolex |
| Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex |
| Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer, life clinger |