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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, words from a bomb
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the
Overload, it cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no to back out
Hit the tripwire, from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, hit the deck
As I commence to
Eject clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he the rubber squeal
Blood's on my from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, back
It wasn't but a microphone contract

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my clean
Night scope on a silence
Place my cross hairs on my eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? You're on the track
But turn the sounds up so I can amped
Do crew and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold
You say I'm crazy? You see shit yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off a handgun
It's goin' down now grab girl, hops
No excuses the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't 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 time I move, I move
Take a bat, break motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
'Cause I'm as they come, I come correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you better get out my face,
Or else you better be a good ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a cop
'Cause I move hard and cold a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
ring, worth a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's die
E hits the switch and thousands of connect
With the that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A paragraph and a half he's
I start bustin' off ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, gone, I can't be touched
my lyrics begin to fly
Simple radiation could make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I tough
science, still bust the ill stuff
So now time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement hide the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, fitness
The stay off the shit list