Das Efx - Microphone Master Lyrics
Chorus: das efx & mobb deepMiggity microphone master, funky rhyme makerMiggity microphone master, and we the niggas making paperMiggity microphone master, yeah about to get liveStriggity straight from the sewer and the 41st sideVerse one: prodigyThe infamous mobb and das now listenStick you for the only pot you got to piss inRapping school, keep the key in the ignitionWhen we get back nigga, we shine and glistenYour seven do his thing with percisionNo time for broke living, i'm trying to see additionFood to fill my kitchenSo faggot kids snitch and give infoDo a drive by in a stolen black pintoWith tinted windows, bullets will flury through your systemYour man ran looking for him because he missed himBut catch him on the rebound but see nowTrying to get this money or try to stop me, what's it gonna be now?You stand up to my crew and get laid downOn the ground with teh big four pound, he hear the soundOn the other side of town, where caps get peeledBreak you off love love, give you something to feelDas efx, mobb deep, niggas holding it downRun and flex ask mc's ?john be down?Eager to please rap niggas get back smacked with pist-alsForced to exile, back in the nileVerse two: drayWell now ease up selector, i bring it on againThis is for all my niggas doing time up in the *****ing penHow y'all been? i can't forget my niggas who got left back, f thatAnd all my honeys chilling out in lefrackSent this, we gets busy with no followersStomp you then you throw the towel up, make you roll the owl upNiggas mount up, it's the infamous with the sewerGo to queens and get my weed for one cent and ???Check one two ah, blew ya, out the box like stellaComing from the under with the thunder like shellyReally, we coming deep just like the mobbNigga, rhyming is my job but you can wind up getting robbedAnyway, in a day, or night it don't matterIt's me that nigga p, how fick and a jibba jabba-Jaw, we bring it raw without a doubtIt's the infamous and das efx here to turn it outChorus x2Verse three: havocAyo kid what you gonna do with that black deuce deuce?Hit you up, take the cash, and slug through the roofTaking yours to survive, it's all a matter of timeI'm snatching, living grimey, running never look backThe buddha evil got me acting like thatLife ain't a game, the streets is mortal combatI wasn't blessed with the silver spoonSince my born i was doomed to find to one roomNow you's a customer, copping for natural born hustlersThat's what he thought, son, stupid kid you get extortedStop smiling, be still don't nothing move but the moneyThe infamous gat clappers and mic mastersVerse four: scoobWell ***** around and i'm a higgity hit ya with hickory diculousSick a niggas style, twisted off the licorousI'll figure it's the books, iggity off the hookHolding shit down son, we keeping niggas shookI got it made like flaunt, fatigue onMy man slipped up and got bagged for three bonesOh my god, the squiggity squad is in the placeWith the mobb, niggas can get robbed like maseTaste the terror for the leather in the beemerThe olde e abuser, can't ***** with ?ceeno?The non-pop singer from the land of rock slingersWhere shit is hotter than gunsmoke from niggas glocksI rip shit for sun so come one come allMc's will get mad, burned like jamalLive in ym television from the cellar to the atticIt's the books, crazy dray-z, prodigy, and *****ing havoc and it don't stopChorus x4
