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    Das EFX / Lyrics

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    "Microphone Master" Lyrics

    Das EFX feat. Mobb Deep

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    I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
    I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
    to understand why these rappers try to faze me
    They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

    Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
    Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
    'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
    No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

    I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
    See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
    We high as shit, the sky is it?
    You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
    So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
    (What?)

    So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
    I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
    Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
    My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
    You better answer who's the microphone master

    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

    Well yo, here's the humdinger
    I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
    It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
    I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
    Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

    By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
    Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
    Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
    Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

    I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
    My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
    The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
    So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

    And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
    See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
    The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
    From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

    Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
    I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
    The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

    I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
    Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
    Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
    My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

    Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
    And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
    Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
    I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

    I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
    I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
    I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
    Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

    Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
    I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
    Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
    These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
    We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

    But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
    Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
    I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

    Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
    I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
    Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
    ...
    This song was submitted on September 14th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by OSTEN HARVEY, OSTEN S HARVEY, WILLIE D HINES, ANDRE G WESTON.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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