1. |
Thee Entro
00:58
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Here to welcome you all
To a spithon/
Used to have episodes
Tryin to sit calm/
Sold out shows
Full of big tit rich blondes/
Expensive
I plan to whip French cars/
Whale worth the sail
Like fish hearts/
My aqua blade sticks out when I offend sharks/
The whole verse sound sick as a pig barf/
Still ill no remedies work/
As I walk straight
You can hear the enemies blurt/
Get prepared or fall victim to ignorance/
The only boyz in the hood
Who aren't menacin/
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2. |
Pebble In Hand
02:57
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3. |
Back Up Mic
02:38
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4. |
Chuck Norris
02:22
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Mic is too nice
To spit rude at niggas/
New school member
Cruel as old scrooge temper/
You sound trash like protools litter/
Middle finger broke
Cause it won't lose stamina/
Me and ray charles
Woulda jammed out vibein/
Though blind
His vision is hands down timeless/
Each line fit
So the mind can grip/
What I mean by hit em again johnny/
From start to finish
I draw, arch, carve and chizzle/
Use all from marker to pencil/
So good
they would call in the principal/
Now I put songs on charts call lyrical/
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6. |
Due U Be Leave It
02:38
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7. |
Commercial Break
02:33
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8. |
Escuchas
02:23
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My whole style of thought
Is to make fam proud to talk/
On Mic
In front of crowds at parks/
Out loud or just suttle tone/
Word spread like buttered toast
Smooth across town they wanna know/
Who's Mic Audio?
Where'd he get started/
What's his real name?
Which age said he's an artist/
I hope to one day save a soul from satan/
A digital program
Played on long rotation/
Song time wasted
It's clear each channel
Was bought by hatred/
It cost to hide racism/
United states victim of capture/
Where black neighborhoods
Look hit with disaster/
I'm tired of seeing death
Which company can lie to me best/
Most lost
Whole society stressed/
At one point and time
There was no variety wack/
Swag juice or cool to bite these raps/
My childhood tunes made sense and gave lessons/
Ya childhood look too ashamed
To rep it/
The real danger crept in
Wireless plugs/
Don't trust the cable guy
Keep am eye on ya stuff/
Microphones hide under cups
In the bow tie of ya tux/
Disguised as road side help/
Orthadox agents
dress the part/
They record black movement for days in dark/
Jason bourne
Slave at heart/
Trained assassin
Who forgot it!
Still just trying to wake up/
Sacramento Knoxx bang classics/
Fed files say we're the next names up so
Grab 'em!/
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9. |
Master Planet
05:30
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10. |
Meeting With A Count
02:30
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Names count Hell
I'll be your host this evening/
Pulse so loud
It sounds like your throat is screaming/
Welcome to my home
Yeah I know its creepy/
Freezing cold, long road with a stone ceiling/
No guest of mines will come to harm/
I wait for sunsets
Don't trust alarms/
Either travel by train, or carried on ships/
Inna crate full of dirt
Buried to wake all pissed/
Last of my race
here to taste yall fear/
Ears pierce soon as the pain make yall yell/
Basement maids
Tend to the rotten failed/
Corpses I trained
Stocked in a block cell/
Don't cry for a once married man/
Whose Mary Anne miss
Took an over cliff trip/
I'm very sorry sir, she does look lovely/
Do you have any children?
No Dennis!/
No one to finish/
Alone centuries frozen by guilt
It's all my fault do you understand me?/
Please charish ya wife
My need to feed cost me life/
Words shock like god smite it/
Mind controls easy
I think and become yall pilot/
Zombie breed king death
Army beads seem French/
If your gonna shave
Please swing gentle/
Take down mirrors hung
Please be civil/
Only ink written letters
Don't cheat me pencil/
First thoughts should come from the heart/
Twice ya company
Cook ya own breakfast/
Early birds get the worm while I slept in/
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11. |
Abstraction
02:40
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Verse 1
My good music
Cures the soul of grief/
Cause I wanna ship gold
For being most unique/
Bottled pain
And sold it as a potent drink/
Served tears at the bar
Charged an open fee/
Detroits finest rhyme'n,
Son climbed high up horizons/
My hits rock big like goliath/
Got tired of sittin flat broke/
So we decided first plan
Is to fire our last coach/
Now they show intrest/
A wise old midget
Said our force can lift ships,
Five whole inches/
Shake the world like Ali did/
Ricthter scale can't wait
to feel how we hit/
Beats bang in headphones
And knock out speakers/
Back of the car sound loud
While creepin/
Downtown Mcs
Who spread the word/
Quick to pop
When you check on the net
To search/ like..
Verse 2
I wanna rule the world
When I strike rich/
Fine light skin girls with curls
Are who I pick/
Sike!
I'm color blind to beauty marks/
Booty arch nice in tights
At juliarts/
True smart sophisticated
Madam queen/
Kept her castle clean,
Prince charming
Now handsome king/
Faith saw fit
Like priest suits/
Wanna come follow chance
I'll lead you/
Just open toe sandals
And a withered robe/
Rap book for religion
Lyrics give 'em hope/
We strap guns up underneath
Business coats/
And all banks trust a face
That's political/
I chose Nixon
Kid Boom picked Clinton/
Mix wore Bush
While your heirlooms lifted/
We love the support
Don't care who didn't/
I bet you care now
That our fans want pictures
Nigga!/
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12. |
Man Child
02:58
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Brown skin, low fade
Flow dope lines of cocaine/
Ya tongue juice dry
No taste/
Yeah, I drop cold as snow flakes/
Double 0 fine
Girls shine like gold paint/
Strong bang
Got my style off key/
but I still love to wild on beats/
Frank the Tank loud
Frat house full of clown old G's/
Where old school lifes not allowed or weed/
Hype then a muthphuka
Wigged out sweatin/
Whole crib a mess
Girls sit around naked/
Still fresh
Shirt wrinkled from sexin/
Don't know her name or age
Vagelous/
I score better chicks then grades/
So if no not impressed
I'll hit erase/
Cell phone gotta long list for days/
Full of potential
All low on protein/
Ya top notch draft pick/
Old chap, joke taps
Bring laughs to the black kids/
No longer mad cause their dad dipped/
Pass school
And cruise in a stallion/
Horse power drive
Tip miles length/
Yeah king ding a ling
Crowned dick/
That's some foul shit
But I love humor/
Sewer style came up to flood towns ruined/
Now bang that loud music!
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13. |
Hell & Mic
03:26
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14. |
Air Flights
05:00
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15. |
Agent Smith Calvary
02:50
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17. |
Love Shock
02:28
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18. |
She Loves Me Not
04:25
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19. |
Panthro
03:10
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20. |
Deadly Dance of Fresh
03:19
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21. |
The Office
02:01
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22. |
Travesty
03:03
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23. |
Bitter Sweet
04:32
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