Tekster:
Choose Mics

mind drastically, fantastically It has to be, automatically Check it out, you better work it out, dreams to another 'bout My techniques, strategies, abilities Will leave cordless mics

need to be drunk forever, the liquor is rootin me on I turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay do I'm N.W.A., I choke hoes like Dre If you could choose between

now let me start stunnin' Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on

On a rainy dark early morn A lethal legacy was born Ask any rapper around Bout the fuckin' mics I left torn But the game won't give me all my P's And

young fiending for mics, Dreaming of heights that I would be reaching despite, No one would put me on, or even play me at that, So earned my dues ganking mics

Psycho Realm, P.O.D. Boo-Yah Tribe, what? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf Mics come with a Teflon vest, my words wreck

come on Break it down now, Mr. DJ Would you play ah, yo, yo, yo Hey yo, Mr DJ would you please flip the beat on I got so much to say I need two mics

a body, then carry a shotie The maestro rips the psycho shit Brain like a microchip, and i'ma excite you with The smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to prison Who choose

underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets done A whole tree to pick some fruit from, man, You had to choose