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how many mics do we rip on the daily

say me say many moni say me say manymanymany

i get mad frustrated when i rhyme

thinking of all the kids who try to do this

for all the wrong reasons

seasons change m... [Ver letra completa]

how many mics do we rip on the daily

say me say many moni say me say manymanymany

i get mad frustrated when i rhyme

thinking of all the kids who try to do this

for all the wrong reasons

seasons change mad things rearrange

but it all stays the same like the love doctor strange

im tame like the rapper

get red like a snapper when they do that

got your whole block sayingtrue dat

if only they knew that

it was you who was irregular

sold your soul for some secular

muzak thats wack

plus you use that loop over and over

claiming that you got a new style

your attempts are futile ooo chile

your puerile

brain waves are sterile

you cant create you just wait to take my tapes

laced with malice

hands get calloused

from grippin microphones from here to dallas

go ask alice if you dont believe me

i get inner visions like stevie

see me ascend from the chalice like the weed be

indeed be like khalil muhammad

mcs make me vomit

i get controversial

freak your style with no rehearsal

ooo contraire mon frere

dont you even go there

me without a mic is like a beat without a snare

i dare to tear into your ego

we go way back like some ganja and pelequo

or colecovision

my mind makes incisions in your anatomy

and ill back this with deuteronomy

or leviticus god made this word

you cant get with this

sweet like licorice

dangerous like syphillis yeah

how many mics do we rip on the daily

say me say many moni say me say manymanymany

i used to be underrated

now i take iron makes my s constipated

im more concentrated

so on my day off

with david sonnenberg i play golf

run through crown heights screaming out mazel tov

problem with no man

before black im first human

appetite to write like frederick douglass with a slave hand

street pressure word to poppa i aint goin under

one day ill have a label and make deals with tommy motolla

momma always told me youre one in a million

always watch your back never tangle with haitian sicilians

now i got a record deal how does it feel

im never gonna survive unless i get crazy like seal

cause the whole worlds out of order

so at night the fiends dance on grease with john travolta

one got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth

the other tried to duck and caught a left with my guiness stout

brother brother cant you get this through your head

its a set up by the feds theyre scoping us with their infrareds

how many mics do we rip on the daily

say me say many moni say me say manymanymany

too many mcs not enough mics

exit your show like i exit the turnpike

dice and dynamite like dolomite

double deuce delight i dont dick van dyke

startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night

like my man wyclef

and my panache will mosh your entourage

squash your squad and hide your body under my garage

and when the cops come lookin

ill be bookin to brooklyn

leave the trails broken flippin tokens to hoboken

a clean getaway like alec baldwin

drivin in my fast car playin tracy chapman

how many mics do we rip on the daily

say me say many moni say me say manymanymany