PRhyme - Microphone Preem lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches] "This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine" [Crooked I/KXNG CROOKED] I'm handlin you frauds These wounded a** n***az, I rap circles around 'em I'm bandages and gauze Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em But I'm havin a menage f**in with the rap game, and the trap game, I'm managin my odds Man these rappers out here reachin, your arms are too short Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods Slaughterhouse, we the military in this b**h, yeah f** every Tom, Dick and Harry in this b**h, yeah f** yo' apology, I'ma be on astrology sh** March into war like Aries in this b**h, yeah You call it light work, n***a this is my life's work I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin Ike's verse Toe-taggin this muh'f**er I don't think Joe Jackson and Buster Douglas could ever do a Mike/mic worse I'm tryna murder the microphone I'm tryna murder the microphone {"If you are what you eat, how come I'm not p**y?"} That was part uno; this is part two though [Royce Da 5'9"] This the difference between y'all n***az and real rap The competition fell back n***az ask how much did I used to drink I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat But all jokes aside like I ordered fries I'm liable to store somebody corpse in the closet, I'm organized Before police was interrogatin I was livin the story of my life and Morgan Freeman was narratin {"Say it again"} I'm 5'9", not an inch taller 'Fore all of the j**elry, I've been baller Before n***az was hype beasts my n***az was bike thiefs You let it out your sight and they take it to sight-see (What up!) Same sh**, another n***a gotta die today My b**h gone, why, we ain't ever goin out on dates Why, we ain't vacay'in out of state Whinin all the time, all she do was holler, we ain't like a Pagan holiday Rappers will, be actin ill Know when they die for deals I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards, and that says "laciryl" And that's exactly how I feel, shoutout to Guru, I got the +Ma** Appeal+ I'm tryna MURDER the microphone I'm tryna MURDER the microphone {"I'ma, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up"} [Crooked I] That was part uno; this is part two though [Joell Ortiz] Oh you don't, know? Let me learn ya I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murder The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of the Gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon (House Gang, WHAT UP!) Other groups basic mergers We extort 'em from a distance, takin it further Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for? You can't go at +Uno+ motherf**er that's a +Draw Four+ Huh? We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint f** around now you on the bleachers soon as Joe point Brothers for real, I can honestly say if you come at me they'll be three dots on you while I'm still typin Meet fire, +Street Fighters+ when these pens writin Shady, you go through us to get to Em/M., Bison (Come on, quit your whylin again) Nah Joe These n***az stupid, boy we do this sh**, yaowa I'm tryna murder the microphone I'm tryna murder the microphone {"Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies"} [Crooked I] That was part uno; this is part two though [Joe Budden] These n***az might play cra'y, try slay me Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's mayday Right foot in melee, strapped to light AK E'ry bar get in the face like Ice JJ Do it for Em, my squad do it for Bundles Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein humble Still, the nickel plate ain't known to get 'em situated It's return fire even when Joey initiate it So, how I feel about these rap n***az? fu*k 'em all Drake rhyme about these b**hes, I just f** 'em all A hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all Banana clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all Cause when it's gats involved Bodies'll fall from the sky, could really be rainin cats and dogs It's Joey! Nicer than any rapper you rockin to Call a spade a spade, n***a try and follow suit Uhh, I'm tryna murder the microphone Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone {"Too many big dogs, not enough barkin yet"} [Crooked I] That was part uno; this is part two though [Outro: DJ Premier scratches] "We will be here forever and ever and ever and ever and.. ever and ever and ever and ever and.. ever and ever and ever and ever and ever" (House Gang, WHAT UP!)