Illegal Substance - Microphone Check | Текст песни

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• Illegal Substance
• Microphone Check

Out the gates with the quickness hit the gas.......

feel my microphone blast

my microphone wrath

as I speed around clones I can't slow down

throw my body to the ground

feel the system sound

I’m in the lead and I never look back

Jockey for position as I head down the track

If ya coming close I'll pull ahead

I only see green and i never see red

I rip the race track

L ike I drop flows on ADATs

How do you do that I bring that

intensity

that make MC’s slip

cuz I bitch your whole style thenm I just flip

pedal to the floor as i bust anoather rap

ill finish the race and take an extra lap

ill drink champaine from the trophy cup

i never speed down and i never slow up

(Chorus)

Please slow it on up, I can’t slow down

Would u slow it on up, I can’t slow down

Can u speed it on down, I can’t slow down

P stop fuckin around, I can’t slow down

Please slow it on up, I can’t slow down

Would u slow it on up, I can’t slow down

Just flip the shit now,

I cant slow down, I cant slow down, I cant slow down

It’s a new wave ... im in a new zone

hit the next phase and I break into my new mode

push it to the limit im still in it

grab my microphone YO P JUST KICK IT

i’m flippin shit faster they try to master

my lyrical techniques but they can’t stop like napster

cause now i’m droppin ill lyrics that make you say damn

I throw it in your face cause what I am is what I am

Now I see you coming I should be gunnin

but i guess it goin down cause your mouth steady runnin

check your whole style on that bull crap

then I smoke you on the last lap slice you with my ill rap

here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear

your pissin in the wind as I break into high gear

take it to the next stretch VERB FLEX IT

The Media punks and fakes check it

Chorus

I set it off you know it’s on

down like who....... like my man Vince Vaugn

cuttin sucka’s off so don’t v come wack

cuz I race the course like a needle on a track

now im the mc you love to hate

i come till and never fluxuate

it will boggle your mind leave you open for the kill

i tear shit up and ill do it at will

here let my smoke clear, now I smell fear

your pissin in the wind as I break into high gear

take it to the next stretch VERB FLEX IT

The Media punks and fakes check it

Chorus

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