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PRhyme

Microphone Preem

 

Microphone Preem

(album: PRhyme - 2014)


This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine

[KXNG CROOKED:]
I'm handling you frauds
These wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm bandages and gauze
Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm having a menage
Fucking with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm managing my odds
Man these rappers out here reaching, your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch
Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
You call it light work, nigga this is my life's work
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writing Ike's verse
Toe tagging this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, this is part two though

[Royce da 5'9":]
This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap
The competition fell back, niggas ask, how much did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head, about a gallon
Kinda like Pharrell's hat, but all jokes aside like I ordered fries
I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogating, I was living the story of my life
And Morgan Freeman was narrating
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch taller, 'fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller
Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see
Same shit, another nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why), we ain't ever going out on dates
(Why) we ain't vacaying out of state
Whining all the time, all she do was holler, we ain't like a Pagan holiday
Rappers will, be acting I'll, knowing they daffodils
I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And that says "laciryl", and that's exactly how I feel
Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'll give up drinking when she give her emotions up
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

[Joell Ortiz:]
Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the servers
(House Gang what up!)
Other groups basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, taking it further
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You can't go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point
Brothers for real, I can honestly say
If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typing
Meet fire, street fighters when these pens writing
Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison
(Come on, Quick, you wilding again)
Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this shit
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

[Joe Budden:]
These niggas might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday
Right footed melee, strapped a light AK
Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for Bundles
Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz being humble
Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it
How I feel about these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, 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
From the sky, could really be raining cats and dogs
It's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rocking to
Call a spade a spade, nigga try to follow suit
I'm tryna murder the microphone
Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough barking yet
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

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