Microphone Master Lyrics by Das Efx

Microphone Master Lyrics

    Verse 1: dray

    I iggity am what i am
    I comes to get biz so bust the jam
    I might not be the man but y'all i still proceed to slam, i cram
    To understand why these rappers try to faze me
    They must be crazy messin with the books and drayzie
    Big-up to jersey and my people's out in el-a
    Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
    Cos you can tell i gets biz like markie
    No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
    I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
    See me in the black benz just blowin up the cellular
    We high as shit, the sky is it
    You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
    So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin near it
    So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
    I still be schoolin, foolin em when i'm speakin
    Kids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin
    My sewer style it cause disaster so when i ask
    You better answer who's the microphone master

    Hook (x4):

    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

    Verse 2: skoob

    Well yo, here's the humdinger, i'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
    It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
    I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
    It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion
    By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
    Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
    Chrome tools in rent
    And i only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
    Jaboll, guess, ol' gold and sess
    I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
    My style is wild like the cats of villanova
    The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin over
    So the skunk and thai keep me high when i'm smokin
    And i don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
    See i believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me
    The inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation
    From white folk to haitian, ???? jamaican
    Burn mc's like degrees of mason because you're fakin
    I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
    The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker

    Hook (x4)

    Verse 3: skoob, dray

    I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
    Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
    Drats! i'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
    My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
    Thicker than your blunt cos yo i be's the brooklyn trooper
    And i got more spunk than that punk from punky brewster
    Bust the lingo ringo stiggity starr bingo
    I run shit like kunta, breaks bones like mandingo
    I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
    I'm all that small cat like tomko or hasbo
    I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
    Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

    Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, i'm clown for whatever like nuttin nice
    Big-up to dj dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice
    These 20 mc's, please! i never heard of some
    We need to murder some like colin ferguson
    But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
    Ya best ta come clean like j-rule and *?felix sunder?*
    I'm buggin like gristle, see i suggest you
    Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
    I show the flow i go until it's time to leave
    Believe i'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve

    Hook to fade

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