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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a bomb
speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it might cause a
Dead end, there's no chance to out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, hit the deck
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke stranger
the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've
About a block I sit up, look back
It nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four away my aim's clean
scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you call me that
Insane? You're on the right
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do crew and break camp
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see yet
'Cause I love to kill and for fun
The goes off like a handgun
It's goin' down now your girl, hops
No when the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
become another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want feet in some concrete?
I got brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin'
you dead in the face with a sawed off
One ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I correct
You can't handle the vandal hit
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 gangster
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I decide to it
What's up now You start to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the weapon that's in my
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A and a half he's stiff
I start bustin' off ear high
Mothers grab for their children, fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold your heard right there while I the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off lyrical nightmare
hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme 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 stay off the shit list