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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a time
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, the gasoline
Overload, it might a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject another clip and sweat
of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
Blood's on my from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks my aim's clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could me that
You're on the right track
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 ain't see yet
'Cause I love to and kill for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to
Look in my face, fool, it like I'm playin'
Don't become victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in some
I got some brothers that'll do you for teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
Take a bat, your motherfuckin' dome
you dead in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come
You can't the vandal hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or else you better be a bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a stroll
Five dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more 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, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, to riff
A paragraph and a half he's
I bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm a psycho in the microphone zone
blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold your heard right while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of
I'm bustin' off another nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement hide the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The stay off the shit list