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

in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a attache
Low I speak, I speak to few
give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's
Night scope on a carbine
my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, the brains fly
Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? on the right track
But turn the sounds up so I can stay
Do another crew and break
The way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone off like a handgun
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't become another victim of mic

What's up? You want feet in some concrete?
I got some that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I alone
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice get soft
I'm hard as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more on it
Pinky ring, a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now You start to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, get broke up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the weapon in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to
A and a half he's stiff
I start off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for children, tears fly
I'm like a in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I be touched
Once my begin to fly
Simple stage could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's
Hold your heard right while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you think I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is
the movement hide from the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The stay off the shit list