| Welcome to the surplus
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| My rhymes underneath the surface
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| Time to bring it to the light right
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| Despite what you thought you heard
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| I be hearing other words going around
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| Fuck these clowns
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| Ran from my 9 to 5
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| Still plan to keep it live all day
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| Can’t see it any other way
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| It’s time for me to execute
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| Maybe be the next to shoot
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| Blow out your dome get gone
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| Looking at me sideways
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| They might find you in your driveway
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| Or some remote highway
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| I do it my way
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| Never convert to yours
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| Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score
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| Full court press we stress
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| Then open up your chest, shatter the cage
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| No 12 gauge
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| We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks
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| We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what
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| We flip these while you niggas flip those
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| The dopest MC’s that got the sickest type flows
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| We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows
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| We up in they face sophisticated mic pros
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| Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive
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| With classical shit since 1995
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| While niggas insist they #1 on the list
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| I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist
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| We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan
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| The illest MC to ever come from San Fran
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| Money and grands you better watch the quick hand
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| Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand
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| You seein a man who had a choice with a voice
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| Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd
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| But nevertheless the best man on the mic
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| You try to recite but can’t get the lines right
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| We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades
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| When I don’t get paid I leave the whole block sprayed
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| No further delays about a thou for the show
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| Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what
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| Yo we three steps ahead of y’all
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| You niggas thought that I was scared a y’all
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| You niggas need the Geritol
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| The Rookie of the Year is clear
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| Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain’t settled in yet
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| But none of y’all could pose a threat
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| I pump fear in the vein remain the same
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| Go against the grain
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| Keep it straight ahead so spread
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| I be goin for they head takin they neck
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| Takin my respect
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| Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat
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| While y’all be runnin in the streets
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| Knowin that you can’t compete
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| I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat
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| Watchin y’all cheat
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| This game wasn’t made for kids
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| We get rid of the weak rhymes
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| So when it’s time to speak mine
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| I got about a thousand flows
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| No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros
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| Understand this
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| Grand imperial
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| Soulfather Rasco
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| You know it
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| Peace to Planet Asia
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| Cali Agents Nigga
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| Believe that
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| 99 to 2 Thou |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sophisticated Mic Pro's , by - Panik. Song from the album Vinyl Edition Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп