Microphone Pon Cok
Madd 1, The Lady of Rage
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Yeah (Microphone pon cok) (Keep it lock) Rap on the flow Yo, all the niggas know the steelo On the regular, on the flow Yo, know the steelo On the regular (Keep it lock) On the flow, yo, yo Yo, niggas know the steelo Rock on the regular (The pon cok lyricist) Yo It be the dawnin' of a new era Check the terror of the clever style (clever) Shinin' in any type of weather Hail, sleet or hurricanes, monsoon rains when I rule fools Even if they pack tools they can't loosen my screws My style's crisper, stealthy, done shit in the whisper, down low Filthy steelo, not the bullshit with the glitter I glimmer like a nova, roll over Horizons in a Range Rover (right) You can't survive even with luck from a clover Four leafs I prefer the seven leaves of Budapest cess The potent strain like Dristan mist I reach your brains I got more flavors than ingredients in delis Makin' all these niggas jelly 'cause I'm strong to the max, in fact I can wait for fifty years 'fore I bust (I bust) And then erupt and crush MC's without no ring rust I be gettin' stupid when I rock Microphone's pon cok (hey) Keep it lock Microphone pon cok, keep it lock From the corner to the crevices, straight 'round di block Like a locksmith, me lock it down, lock Everything cut down and everything stop (chah) From the boy everything must flock Humming pon di mic and di place run hot (that's right) Dubplate, we ah lick it and stop X amount ah lyrics from straight mi head top (let me take it from here, uh) Excusez-moi, baby paw I'm hittin' harder than your left jaw can withstand so withdraw I likes it rough, rugged and raw (and what?) A microphone fiend, super supreme A fool I pity like my girl Nikk D I let off steam when I'm wreckin' shit I'm a force to be reckoned with Cause definite dysfunctions You couldn't connect to my shit with conjunctions Get eaten like luncheon meat (ha), capisce? Not one can compete, roll with the elite squad and we roll deep Rock from alpha to omega Lay your cards on the table, get verbally disabled You best, pick up a thesaurus (ha) Your shit is bull like Taurus (ha) This ain't your day so don't try to play Morris (I what?) I bust backs with lyrics that break bones like bats Crack my knuckles, get touched by the untouchable (uh) I be one of the baddest, put up your dukes 'cause I'm a hazard (what?) You're gonna need a miracle like Jesus of Nazareth To save your from disastrous repercussions 'cause we be bustin' Dogg Pound much too much and them niggas still don't give a f*ck so Ha, duck down, ha, rappers are in danger You don't want to feel the wrath of Rage, there's too much anger I'll rearrange ya whole train of thinkin', what was ya thinkin'? My loose lips got your ships sinkin', you're dead and stinkin' You're did (did), you're done (done) Lyrical murderer remain number one That's how it is, son Microphone pon cok, keep it lock From the corner to the crevices, straight 'round di block Like a locksmith, me lock it down, lock Everything cut down and everything stop (chah) From the boy everything must flock Humming pon di mic and di place run hot Dubplate, we ah lick it and stop X amount ah lyrics from straight from mi head top Mi microphone pon cok, lock and key Smack dab in the middle of my pocket, baby, you don't wanna knock with me 'Cause I'm not to be fucked with, you can't touch this The French I speak'll spread you out like mustard, I'm luscious The Dutch is extra large like deluxe is, yo, bust this You don't wanna clutched within my clutches It'll be a rainy night in Augustus Georgia on your mind? Nah, slaughterin' these rhymes At any given moment at any given time If anyone think that I'm lyin', show your stuff Where you want it? Head or gut? I'm thinkin' I had about enough I think you done ran straight outta luck All you chicken heads talkin' that chicken head cluck, you're stuck About to get plucked, so what? I'll take you at uh, twenty-thousand degrees or at (or what?) Twenty-thousand leagues under the sea You try to be the big fish, I'll play you like bumble bee, tuna You couldn't blow up the spot better than this if you were the Unabomber I got that shit fatter than your mama, the drama Raging and my nine, take ini or any Come mosey on over my way, baby, I got goods and I got plenty If any step, they'll get flipped like pennies Heads or tails, call it in the air Get blinded by the diamond puff glare (uh) You're stuck in a stare (yeah) I double dare all these hot shots that think they too hot to trot You ain't got the Motts, your shit stinks like Fox Turn it up a notch, who's hot? You not Do stop, you just got dropped By the one who's got it locked Microphone pon cok Microphone pon cok, keep it lock The pon cok lyricist
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Written by: Martin Thomas, Sean Jeffers, Robin Allen, Christopher E. Martin
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