Microphone

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]
 [Royce Da 5'9":]
 Yeah, yeah...
 Too many Indians and no chiefs
 I pull out the pistol when I promote peace
 I'm the blueprint - I have your clothes
 Lookin like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
 When I bless a joint - it's like Spock
 Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
 I got the voc' in touch
 I tell my bitch I'm a, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up
 Too many enemies and no killers
 Too many that hate snitchin but know squealers
 I get stacks (stacks)
 I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
 I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope
 Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
 So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout?
 +Die Hard+ like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
 Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
 The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-I
 I don't be fuckin around on that microphone
 When I'm kickin them flows on that microphone
 The illest nigga that's holdin that microphone
 I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
 I put it down on that (microphone)
 Turn up the motherfuckin sound on that microphone
 [Crooked I:]
 But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
 Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
 My ultrasounds show me holdin a microphone
 That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone
 Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
 Like James Brown I'm a DIE on the microphone
 Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
 They on the same bullshit that Mike was on
 You're lookin at the unseen, missin and to the unheard
 I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!)
 You're verbally flirtin with murder, you got some nerve
 I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out!
 We the mob, homie who need a job?
 Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
 Too many in this industry I need to rob
 And if eatin niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob!
 Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest
 Listen this hear me spittin think it's a pissing contest
 I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
 They better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness
 Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
 If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
 [Joell Ortiz:]
 You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone
 I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
 Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
 I turn a father to a son on that microphone
 I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
 And tell his R's I don't need no microphone
 Too many critics tend to be silly
 Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
 I get it poppin like a ineen milli
 Now I'm havin a whale of a good time, I'm a +Free Willy+
 Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
 Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily
 None of you kids spit evenly
 You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin me
 Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
 Too many claimin insanity and they so sane
 Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game
 Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine
 Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
 In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
 Too many monkey see, monkey doers
 I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster
 [Joe Budden:]
 Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone
 Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
 I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
 A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
 Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
 I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
 Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on
 Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
 Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin off
 I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a FLUCK how I come across
 All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft
 Gun go off, havin like a good show, just spun 'em off
 Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap
 They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope
 Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet
 Too many blueprints, not enough architects
 Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess
 FUCK record sales or who the machine markets best
 I'm the last muh'fucker that y'all should test
 I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next
 Too many frontin like y'all that fly
 REACH it, cause we set the bar that high (FOOL)
 [Royce Da 5'9":] I don't be fuckin around on that microphone
 [Crooked I:] You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
 [Joell Ortiz:] You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone
 [Joe Budden:] Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone
 "The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat to fade]