[CHORUS (REPEAT 2X):]
How Many Mics Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
[LAURYN:]
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all the kids who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange
Im tame like the rapper,
Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got your whole block saying"TRUE DAT"
If only they knew that,
It was you who was irregular,
Sold your soul for some secular
Muzak thats wack,
Plus you use that loop over and over
Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile
Your puerile,
Brain waves are sterile
You cant create, you just wait to take, my tapes
Laced with malice
Hands get calloused
From grippin microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you dont believe me,
I get Inner Visions like Stevie
See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be
Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad
MCs make me vomit
I get controversial
Freak your style with no rehearsal
Ooo, contraire mon frere
Dont you even go there
Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
I dare to tear into your ego,
We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
Or Coleco-Vision
My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
And Ill back this with Deuteronomy
Or Leviticus, God made this word
You cant get with this
Sweet like licorice,
Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
[CHORUS (REPEAT 4X):]
How Many Mics Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
[CLEF:]
I used to be underrated
Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated
Im more concentrated.
So on my day off,
With David Sonnenberg I play golf
Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
Problem with no man
Before black, Im first human
Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure word to poppa, I aint goin under
One day Ill have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla
Momma always told me "Youre one in a million"
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, "How does it feel?"
Im never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
Cause the whole worlds out of order
So at night the fiends dance on Grease with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout
Brother brother cant you get this through your head
Its a set up by the feds theyre scoping us with their Infra-reds.
[CHORUS (REPEAT 3X):]
How Many Mics Do We Rip on the Daily
Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany
[PRAZ:]
Too many MCs not enough Mics
Exit your show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and dynamite like Dolomite
Double deuce delight, I dont Dick Van Dyke
Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
And my panache will mosh your entourage
Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage.
And when the cops come lookin
Ill be bookin to Brooklyn
Leave the trails broken flippin tokens to Hoboken
A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin
Drivin in my fast car playin Tracy Chapman
[CHORUS (Repeat to end):]
How Many Mics Do We Rip on the Daily
Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany

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