The Microphone Molesta'

The chevy undresser

Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector

Top gun man mod best of the besta'

The living MC peace and resta'

Still tested the flexed gunna'

The make funna the appisary make runna'

Make summa cold with rhymes that spit

Get gifted, lifted, deliquent 'wit

I be the prophet, in my hand

Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it

Locked it down with this perverse verse

Every f*ckin' curse I burst to hurt

Room crowds physical fitness rhymes

Coke heads couldn't do my lines

Decorated like christmas pines with Italian rocks

MCs become silohetes in shock

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Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days

Hit the dirt

Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt

I'll b*tch slap your soul

Track the track control

You coming at me?

You can't hack it though

So rediculous

Watching my crew get sick of this

Wickedness

Pitchin this

Lyrical brichisness

To crews and cliques

Maiden, men, and mistresses

This is my life

The twilight, the fight night

And trying to see nothing but the highlights

When I write

These eyes on horizons

Top of Mike, start cries on to Krylon

Fire on, rude men telekenetically

As aterically beats become a clarity

Feel averity's heroism, and heracy

And severe every MC I see with Neverity

Chorus

Why not

What a keep (3x)

Why not give me what I came to deserve

Why not give me what I came to believe (2x)

Chorus