Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Killa, artist - Potluck. Album song Rhymes and Resin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Microphone Killa |
Ill Bill: |
We tour the world like guns n roses in their prime |
Livin the life style of a rock star but we rhyme |
Lyrically we murder MCs my words are grenades |
Adjectives are shotguns my verse is surgical blades |
Sittin Sizzle like menaces to society |
And sc society has brainwashed redefined me |
Spark a revolution up while we sparkin the bush |
Legalizing medication were the doctors of kush |
Shamans who smoke sparkin up the magical herbs |
while the botanicals burn |
It’s like a ritual or sacrifice death the force Hip hop |
Spit a verse smoke a spliff its a fact of life |
It’s a never ending supply homie pack the pipe |
Showtime in 15 we gonna make it crack tonight |
Another sold out show homie it’s packed tonight |
Fuck around another whack rapper gettin smacked tonight |
Chorus (1 Ton): |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, A microphone killer |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
A microphone Killer |
(UnderRated): |
I’m tight when I recite and I got the right flavor |
I strike like I’m a knight with a bright light saber |
I’m the kike on the mic I’ll end the life of a hater |
No one can do it greater then your neighbor in Arcata |
Yo I be the illest homie |
I smoke and get all stoney |
I’m high your way below me |
That’s why she’s trying to blow me |
I spit it sicker kill an MC quicker |
No MC slicker trick ya like a flea flicker |
I can do anything if you want me demonstrate |
I can take and eliminate everybody in the building |
I’m killin the microphone every time I recite though |
If u want me to battle then hide the women and children |
Spit it all day til my face bright red I’m a little white bread |
I’m a little white boy like Bill and Ted |
Excellent with the flow til the mic is dead |
Everybody dies |
Never waking up like Frankinstein |
I’m the one that they love when I spit a rhyme |
MCs better run I’ll rip out your spine |
I am the best best believe when I flow that I know I’m fresh |
I’mma go to the limit never give it a rest |
Nobody can do it like me and I’mma leave u in a bloody mess |
Chorus (1 Ton): |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, A microphone killer |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
A microphone Killer |
(1 Ton): |
My Flowin skills is cold as ice like playin blades of steel |
I spit the raps that slap homie that’s how I pay the bills |
Locked up for 25 to life for all them stages killed |
I keeps it real, do everything I say I will |
Some rappers swear they homies turn around and play me ill |
Never mind, sorry for ya time, we gonna make it still |
This is hip-hop, This is how I really feel |
Trendsetter with skills way before our record deal |
1 Ton is in the building party like my birthday |
Get drunk and look for women who get naughty on the first day |
Ya know the beats is knockin love my flow and word play |
When you turn your speakers up its like a California earth quake |
It’s not a game, its not a joke, I don’t fuck around |
You’ll neva bring me down, You can neva take the crown |
I’m rhyming and smoking runnin through a whole pound |
Too fat to run a lap instead I run the whole town |
Chorus (1 Ton): |
DIE! |
Microphone Killer |
DIE! |
Microphone Killer |
DIE! |
Microphone Killer |
DIE! |
Microphone Killer |
Slaine of La Coka Nostra |
Chorus (1 Ton): |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, A microphone killer |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
You don’t want none, Mc’s get fucked up |
DIE! |
A microphone Killer |