Microphone Preem: accordi di
Prhyme
Prhyme

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Tonalità: Gb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine
Verse 2
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I'm handlin' you frauds
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These wounded ass niggas,
I rap circles around 'em
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I'm bandages an d gauze
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Crooked trap 'round clowns,
this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a menage
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Fuckin' with the rap game,
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and the trap game
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I'm managin' my odds
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Man these rappers out here reachin',
your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off,
hand 'em to the gods
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Slaughterhouse,
we the military in this bitch
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Fuck every Tom,
Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
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Fuck your apology,
I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
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You call it light work,
nigga this is my life's work
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I turn around and beat up a beat
like I'm writin' Ike's verse
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Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't
think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could ever
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do a mic worse
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I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
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If you are what you eat,
how come I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, this is part two though
Verse 3
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This the difference between
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y'all niggas and real rap
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The competition fell back, niggas ask
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How much did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my
head about a gallon
Kinda like Pharrell's hat
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But all jokes aside like
I ordered fries
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I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet,
I'm organized
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Before police was interrogatin',
I was livin' the story of my life
And Morgan Freeman was narratin'
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(Say it again) I'm
5'9", not an inch taller
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'Fore all of the jewelry,
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I've been baller
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Before niggas was hypebeasts, my
niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they
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take it to sight see
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Same shit, another nigga gotta die today
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My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever
goin' out on dates
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(Why) we ain't
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vacayin' out of state
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Whinin' all the time,
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all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan holiday
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Rappers will, be actin' ill
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Knowing they daffodils
I take the word "lyrical" and
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flip it backwards
And that says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel
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Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal
I'm tryna murder the
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microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
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I'll give up drinkin' when she
give her emotions up
(That was part uno,
this is part two though)
Verse 4
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Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah
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I body the beat and watch it skip,
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call it m- murda
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The nerve of anyone who
ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet simultaneous
for the sake of the sermon
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(House Gang what up!)
Other groups basic mergers
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We extort 'em from a distance,
takin' it further
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Drama could be all yours,
why you want a war for?
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You can't go at uno,
mothafucka, that's a draw 4
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We started out as just
a feature on a Joe joint
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Fuck around now,
you on the bleachers soon as Joe point
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Brothers for real, I can honestly say
If you come at me,
they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
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Meet fire, street fighters when
this pen's writin'
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Shady, you go through us to get to Em,
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Bison
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(Come on, crook, you wildin' again)
Nah Joe, these niggas stupid,
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boy we do this shit
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I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
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Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never
leave lilies
(That was part uno,
this is part two though)
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These niggas
Verse 5
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might play cray, try slay me
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Off my mic vacay, call it right,
it's mayday
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Right footed melee,
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strapped a light AK
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Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ
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Do it for Em, my squad do it for bundles
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Could've been copped the Phantom,
bought the Benz bein' humble
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Still, the nickel plate is known
to get 'em situated
It's return fire,
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even when Joey initiate it
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How I feel about these rap
niggas? Fuck 'em all
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Drake rhyme about these bitches,
I just fuck 'em all
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A hundred guns,
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jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic,
you can't duck 'em all
Cause when it's gats involved,
bodies'll fall
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From the sky, could really be
rainin' cats and dogs
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It's Joey, nicer than any
rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade,
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nigga try to follow suit
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I'm tryna murder the microphone
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Bring it back to life,
I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs,
not enough barkin' yet
(That was part uno,
Outro 1
this is part two though)
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