Mic Trippin Lyrics by Genius

Mic Trippin Lyrics

    [genius]
    Mic trippin, from rock skipping
    Off the local brooks, not knowing
    Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks
    Ryming off apache, the rza scratch thee
    Records borrowed from home alone kid known as latchkey
    Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
    Forty-fives marked up, looped with static
    Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, trucks chevy
    Flare ripped from the magic lair, of medley
    But deadly i merge foward, with a sharp spear
    He must return now his flight departs here
    Like sittin bull, i lay with my bow pulled
    Arrow poisonous cos my enemy clip's full
    Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
    Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
    Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
    Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulder
    Many-a-die for fame movin like leroy
    Can't be one and the same, nah it ain't b-boy
    The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
    Til my mic strike, leave a state-size crater
    I came into this with the writer's block
    To prevent a sudden shock, on a large flock
    Clips are uncut episode, invinciable armor
    I blaze one, once i struck the match off my bomber

    <chorus>
    Adjust this, til its eq'ed like never
    Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever
    Its operation cobra, its over
    Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier

    [genius]
    My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break labelmates
    Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake
    First lesson came from the session, room one
    From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it
    Complex, complicated, compressed elongated
    Homicidial sub-title, wu claw banga off the ocean shore
    Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw
    Intern engineer, vest on the youth
    Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires
    From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangster's gat
    Two hit tucker she labeled it gangstar rap
    Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves
    Of some sort, courts got papers to serve
    Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser
    One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her
    You punch-drunk swingin your keys on your index
    Showin off your rolex
    Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex
    Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer,life clinger

    <chorus 2x>

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