Microphone

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Some battle rap I wrote about a month ago, just felt like sharing it with everyone. It was inspired by Slaughterhouses' song Microphone.

Goes to the beat of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Twe7_EOX5bY

Ay, man Imma kill with my microphone
Lyrical sickness burstin this microphone
Prophetic words cursin this microphone
Sit back cause this skill is mine alone

Fuck all you fake hood gimmicks
Burn your house with all of you in it
I'm ready to spit, spit the truth
Takin over like Castro's coup
My rhymes represent, inner city youth
And the struggle of the depression to my Latin brothers
Gettin shot in the street, bodies brought to their mothers
I spit my fire, right through your speaker
Walk all over your career like I'm a Nike sneaker
I came into the game with my life on the line
Rappers wear shades just to avoid my shine
Cause I spit rhymes faster and tighter than they could achieve
My words mean more than the great Adam and Eve
You think beats are all that you ever need
You think your good man, Is that what you believe?
Cause my words relieve the mind of sick patients
Ears bleedin because they heard you on radio stations.

Ay, man Imma kill with my microphone
Lyrical sickness burstin this microphone
Prophetic words cursin this microphone
Sit back cause this skill is mine alone

Verbally serving you diversity through a lyrical spit
I got more bars in my rhymes than you even got ribs
Like a boxer I bust you, knock you the fuck out
Just like your career man, you're flows coming to a drought
Your dried up cause my flow's through this atmoshpere
Have no fear, I the govenor am here
Ruling the rap biz, no one is higher
call me this industries number one supplier
Cause my words are on fire and my block is hot
Your like tupac and I'm the thugs with the loaded glocks
Shoot you up man, murdering comes with ease
Bullet holes in your body leave ya lookin like swiss cheese
And please don't ever come thinking your shits in line
Cause I hear kids like you trying to rap, all the time
Unoriginal fuck I'm getting sick of his words
My words are valuable just like the Bible's proverbs
I slaughter every fuck like you walking up on stage
provoke me and I'll rip ya like an animal released from it's cage
Overrated or Overplayed, it doesn't matter to me
Listenin to you talk leaves me as sad as can be
I'm bad as can be, I rap systematically
Hey man thats how it is, I call the shots
Your rhymes have all been covered like New York's parking lots.

-- Mon Oct 26, 2009 5:38 pm --

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