Übersetzung: Ein. Me And My Microphone.
that can hold his own [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone [Q-Tip] Yo you gotta stick wit it dun you cant leave it alone [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone
see me callin them SHOTS like I'm Jimmy the GREEK and when you see me on the STREET I make a HEART skip a beat!! [2: Das EFX] "My style is fat, so I
still sport wrinkles on my new jeans Smokin beadies to the pink stream On a microphone, I'm like the booty Michael Corleone 36 zone The homies always told me
bulletproof Before you get a hand up You gotta pull a tooth So tell me what's the use If you pay twenty bones To see me rock the microphone And you can
: [Micah] It all began on 2-10, 1975 Keeping it live, only a strong mind survive A controller of the rhyme since the age of 9 Now I'm two of a kind,
yet to come, with much much more You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit Just give me the mic and I
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda
simpin. I'm a dis her. Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her. Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me. Don't these
: Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
so fuck everybody.. except me of course Ah yes, the angry breakdown of the song All you before me must stand in awe of my Angry pasturising and angst ridden growls.. Genuflect my
I?m a poisonous pill, Pop me in your mouth baby, sit and distil, Not yet, I ain?t through wit? you girl, Put me in your glass baby, give me a swirl.
say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet [Broady
t stop This is a dedication to hip hop When I was just a snot nose youngin runnin around They called me little rock, the dopest little b-boy in town We had a
: What? [Verse One] A lot of brothers, claimin they hard (HUH?) I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred (scarred) But not scarred physically
it on every angle and make ya (dance) From the mic Apl De Ap is on demand (Chorus) (Taboo) Me and microphone go like source for me and warn My
Tend the mic when we strike precisely We freak the level with the funk from the inner Heaven, give me inner, black as I present a Flock a rhyme that
That's on the microphone You shoulda known, you're fuckin with me Yeah, it's on 'Cause I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone without a doubt Wish Bone, and my
