DJ Mighty Mi - Unlike Tower 1 lyrics

You wanna shoot a video? bring a pistol to Blockbuster Wanna step to Weathermen cause you all co*ks**ers! Want a soldier story? what's gold and gory? Pullin' j**elry off some dead b**h in the crematory Put twelve little f*ggots in the f**in' dirt then crawl Out your little girls jaw and then ask her... who's bizarre? I'm so underground I should seek production in China Cut a dime in half I got 2 nicks and one vagina Find a therapist that I can eat out soon Cause I'm so homesick I miss mom's Fallopian tubes My vision is still frame animation Put a gun to a square - make him slice a mason Pissin' adjacent got a dog for a agent Studied virtue in the basement While my doctor tried to keep his patience Paint a portrait four minutes no rush while fools flock in a circle to dissect the brush Chorus x2: Half step - can't walk Drunk s*ut - pants off Fake jack - can't talk This mic - hands off New jacks - get taught Weak sh** - get caught Your crew - sh**s off Whack b**h - dick soft Dr. strange will sop your range with a stinking bucket of piss and co*k block your brain if you think you're f**ing with this By christ I've been summoned to spit - son of a b**h up in your crib f**ing your b**h with one of my fists Pants saggin low hands smackin ho's - get down with the clan just to slit the grand dragon's throat The way I see it everything on this damn earth is free - murder beats and turn MC's to hamburger meat First comin' of copyright - thief of the mic creep like a thief in the night sneak in your crib leave with your wife Repent for your recordings when the engineer said your vocals were too hot - he meant they were distorted Explain how your venom harms your brain and your hard to slave when your dj's dressin' up in women's lingerie For eons I infect y'all with agent orange if you don't know the words to these verses don't even say the chrous... Chorus x2: Half step - can't walk Drunk s*ut - pants off Fake jack - can't talk This mic - hands off New jacks - get taught Weak sh** - get caught Your crew - sh**s off Whack b**h - dick soft [Mr Eon of High and Mighty] I stay unbreakable like David Dunn the Philly native son you Mr. Gla** on mic's the jaded one Check out this ill cruise onslaught your career is a Hot 97 afterthought It's not my fault the asphalt and the pasts fault now who's that kid from space mountain Lookin like an accountant highly touted off and on again Really hip-hop needs to take five like donovan I end my coke nights with bong hits and Klonopin Send me the f** back to Hahnemann please Boy release e steez from the hospital for joint disease See them weasels on Davinci's easel with the mona lisa oil paintings Shavings and scrapings collide with championship trophy engravings Clouds rock from foul crowds to out of bounds Y'all couldn't see my a** if I was in hospital gowns Chorus x2: Half step - can't walk Drunk s*ut - pants off Fake jack - can't talk This mic - hands off New jacks - get taught Weak sh** - get caught Your crew - sh**s off Wack b**h - dick soft