Matt Easton - Smokin' MCs | Текст песни

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Chorus

Once again it's the real ill microphone enhancer,
Smokin' mc's till I die of lung cancer.

Verse 1

Once again its the main event, lady gettin, cranium killin',
Makin' all these lames wait a minute.
Comprehend what I'm sayin in these wicked lyrics,
The illest leader since rooselvelt was up in the building.
Pickin up a fresh pack of some mc's,
I can't stop it's like they've been filled with nicotene.
My chain smokin' is hopin these stations stay open,
To stay roastin' all these mc's that remain posin.
I stay chokin' on their dirty, as I journey through sweepin the streets of MC avenue.
I can spark a mic hotter than these squares know,
I'm more serius than satellite radio.
Producers know I'm usin logic, best call me plato.
I'm moldin' all these rhymes around the counter like they're play-do.
I smoke em' down to the filter so I get a buzz,
flick they're butts to the curb once my lungs have had enough.

Chorus

Verse 2

I hit the L locomotin' over all these tracks,
Makin' hits with the name EASTON all up on the bat.
Always runnin' with my dogs but I ain't no bitch,
Like my dude Harry best believe I'll catch a snitch.
I'm ashin' all these wack acts with a passion,
Gettin pain from these joints man I need some aspirin.
I'm possibly spittin' philosophy like Socrates,
As haters cross I be squashin' all these hypotheses.
Havin shows, smokin' average joes,
Case closed, guilty for murderin' microphones.
Don't worry 'bout a lighter, the roof is on fire,
As I keep spittin' all these flames are gettin' higher.
Makin' so much heat once my voice and a beat connect,
These MC's are my alternate to cigarettes.
It's the real ill microphone enhancer,
Smokin' MC's 'til I die from lung cancer.

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