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Brainstorm microphone
This is it, from a time bomb
Attack speed, as an F-fifteen
the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a
Dead end, there's no to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, hit the deck
As I commence to
another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin'
Point blank, I smoke another
Grip the mic tight, I see the lights
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber
Blood's on my gear from caps peeled
About a block away I sit up, look
It wasn't but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my
Parabellum in a attache
Low I speak, I speak to few
Just me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's
scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me
Insane? You're on the right
But the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold
You say I'm You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off like a
It's down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm
Don't another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold
But most the time I move, I alone
a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
'Cause I'm hard as come, I come correct
You handle the vandal hit eject
If not you get out my face, sucker
Or else you be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass
O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar and fly gold
Rolex, you fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I to pawn it
What's up now punk? You to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get up

Midnight, time for a
Showtime, gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts
With the weapon in my fist
I see a in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half stiff
I bustin' off barrages ear high
grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be
Once my lyrics to fly
stage radiation could make you die
You got a nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, no joke
My favorite smell is the of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical
Parents hate the ice, you that I care?
Well, I don't a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is
Track the movement hide the punchline
I with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator off the shit list