Luyện nghe bài hát Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)

I iggity am I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still to slam, I cram
to why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the and Drayzie

to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the
'Cos you can I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' on the regular
See me in the Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' it
(What?)

So fear it you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so I ask
You better answer the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the
I'm bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my clean
tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the
My style is wild the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin'
So the skunk and Thai keep me when I'm smokin'

And I sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the
From folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of because you're fakin'
I'm on point, with the caper
The flavor misbehaver the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh
My crew is shake, rattle and roll

Thicker than blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Brewster
Bust the lingo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad
I'm all small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super

Yo, yo the shit sound clever
I'm for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n'
These 20 MCs, please, I heard of some
We need to murder some Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and Sunder'
I'm like gristle, see I suggest you

you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more up my sleeve

microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, rhyme maker
Miggity master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker

Miggity master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme
Miggity microphone master, super maker
Miggity microphone master, super maker
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