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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a time
Attack speed, fast as an
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, hit the deck
As I to wreck
Eject another clip and sweat
Face of danger, anger
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the squeal
on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low tones I speak, I to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's
Night on a silence carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? You're on the right
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do crew and break camp
The only way I is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off a handgun
goin' down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become another of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in concrete?
I got some that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now You start to choke up?
You try to on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the weapon that's in my
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a he's stiff
I start off barrages ear high
Mothers for their children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics to fly
Simple stage radiation make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the
I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now it's for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the list