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    Mikah Nine / Lyrics

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    "Studio Street Stage" Lyrics

    Mikah Nine feat. Abstract Rude and Aceyalone

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    Caught up, burnt out and turned about
    lurked about streets, about studio and stage
    true ways to get paid

    Mikah 9:
    A chosen few I choose to roll in crews who be my trues
    exposing fools who broke the rules and cast 'em out my point of view
    they end up assed out, without a clue
    and there's me without a shoe
    they're booted out of my living crew
    they can't do the things I do on these streets

    Abstract Rude:
    Peeped the game, wrote the book
    seen that look before
    been that crook at the store
    had hookers galore, gigolo
    the bigger those rocks the quicker they close up shops
    'til it's sewed up
    nigga wonder why yo pager blow up

    Now where would I be if I really wasn't G-O-D
    'ing on info and it's simple to see my symphony
    is packed to capacity from the floor up to the balcony
    I'm free
    must be the eagle, the hawk and the falcon in me
    and a little bit of Malcolm in me, to make me me

    Chorus x2

    Abstract Rude:
    all I want for Christmas is a new drum beat machine
    to say this shit and make a hit and get the green

    yes, man
    currency and the urgency, the emergency
    the economic surgery, the perjury and the energy surging me

    Mikah 9:
    computerized in this engineer's eyes
    has to be very acute to manifest these words in me for the loot

    Abstract Rude:
    Cigarettes and coffee tickle a studio's fancy
    just right for the mood of audio enhancing

    and the herbals get me strong on the mic like Sampson
    I throw some land, some miss some win some
    and some I don't win

    Mikah 9:
    but I'm getting in where I'm fitting in
    headphones in a sound proof booth
    you got a problem with me living in
    I'm advancing

    Chorus x2

    Who is that standing on stage with the micro
    psycho-analyzing every sucka in the room
    whom could it be that slicing up the energy
    providing food for thought for those who need to be consumed
    I assume that if you walk the streets you will be doomed
    marooned on my planet from the cradle to the tomb
    I zoom at a million miles a hour 'til I bloom
    and I blossom like a mushroom
    since I been out the room

    Abstract Rude:
    I'm the universal platform, I'll let you talk trash
    generic or abnorm can we still get the cash
    you don't know yet as long as they pay you can be a poet
    after the show, we'll get the dough and it's on me moet
    I'm the bright lights second hand smoke filled arenas
    this mic's tight severing 'em, heard 'em through Cerwin Vegas
    people diving off of me into the crowd, vibing off me and the style
    my philosophy is a wild stage show

    Mikah 9:
    Hecklers, inside stage hater are expendable
    they alive as long as they know something dependable
    we can rendezvous and vibe if you boo then that's offendable
    there may be discipline resulting in an experiment
    to see if yo limbs are bendable
    if your jaw bone's breakable
    and then I'm a take a full eighth of the shrooms
    and blaze the boom
    black man gold mines, hold mine, old rhymes
    got my fingers on the strings of east and west coast crimes
    This song was submitted on February 17th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Aaron Joseph Pointer, Adrian Burley, Edwin M. Jr. Hayes, Michael Troy.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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