Mykill MiersRock The Mic

" Ladies and gentlemen.." {*scratched repeatedly: " When I'm rockin the mic.."* Uhh, yeah, it's like this - that's right Diverse classics, Ill Boogie This is how you gotta rock the mic (say what?) There's ways to do it (that's right) Step one.. [Mykill Miers] My-kill got skills that might make you pop pills When I bust you cats duck like a dropped drill Danger, the Carson strangler is on the loose Bang bang, lyrics ricochet like a deuce-deuce Mc's they pull on my nerves like a loose tooth I ain't got it all y'all, I think one of my screws loose Crews lose, in the contest If you wanna come test then come fresh I think you better confess, cause you ain't all that fresh You was in front of your boys, talkin all that mess Talkin loud as hell, stickin out your bird chest But without your peeps, you get quiet and nervous What happened to that tough guy trash talk Better keep your mouth shut or you'll be on the asphault It's your own fault, I'll put your career to a halt Your notebook and mic is outlined in chalk, but uhh [Chorus 2X: Mykill Miers] Aiyyo you gots to like the way I rock the mic I rocks it right, the crowd be hyped So get up (what?) And throw your hands in the air And wave 'em all around like you just don't care [Mykill Miers] I be servin y'all, lyrically murder y'all Sayin you can beat me on the mic man that's some nerve of y'all I ain't never heard of y'all, who you say you was? You ain't the hottest rapper out, you don't have a buzz I intimidate wack rappers who try to imitate I break your style down, let me demonstrate Anyone who emulates, I obliterate My mental state is too strong to manipulate I have no apathy for a wack mc My mission is to destroy those who battle me I put rappers to death, if they can't bust tight We can battle via fax, e-mail or website I keeps it fundamental, on the instrumental I be the rapper to death with a pencil To put 'em in the hospital, they condition is critical Bruised battered and scarred lookin all pitiful [Chorus:] [Mykill Miers] You doin way too much, thinkin I'ma get touched When I bust, I turn the microphone to dust My mind control, yo it defines my soul And I'ma keep rockin mics 'til it's my time to go My kind of flow has never been heard befo' I'm familiar to some of the true listeners know That I'm about to set it, testin me you'll regret it The true definition of what a vet is Myke Miers is the most feared and dreaded Man you gotta pay your dues homey, you can't get it on credit And you gets wetted, and I'ma let it be known I gotta set it, so the spot can't be blown I'm in the zone, you better guard me cause I'm hot I'm like time y'all (why?) because I can't be stopped I figured out a long time ago that my kind of flow Would outlast, the simple-minded cats tryin to blow [Chorus:] {*scratches and ad libs to fade*
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