Illegal Substance - Microphone Check (OST SRS) | Текст песни

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• Illegal Substance
• Microphone Check (OST SRS)

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


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