Pick up your microphones, ha ha Pick up your microphones, yo
How many mics do we rip on the deli?
Send me say many money, send me say many many many
How many mics do we rip on the deli?
Many money, send me say many many many
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinking of all them kids that try to do this
for all the wrong reasons Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor's strange
I'm tame like the rapper Get red like a snapper when they do that
Got more hush, full block, say you're true that
If only they knew that It was you who was irregular
Soulja Soul with some secular Muse actors wack
Plus you use that loop over and over Claiming that you got a new style
Your attempts are futile, ooh child You're puerile, brainwaves are sterile
You can't create, you just wait to take My tape, laced with malice
Hands get callous From ripping microphones from here to Dallas
Go ask Alice if you don't believe me I get inner visions like Stevie
See me ascend from the chalice like the Weeby Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad
Empties make you vomit, I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal, ooh
Contrail, my friend Don't you even go there
Me without a mic is like a bee without a snare I dare to tear into your ego
Way back like some ganja and poliquo Or ColecoVision
My rhymes make incisions in your anatomy And I back this with Deuteronomy
Or Liberty Kiss, God made this word You can't get with this
Sweet like licorice Dangerous like syphilis
How many mics do we rip on the daily?
Many money, say me say many, many, many How many mics do I rip on the daily?
Many money, say me say many, many, many How many mics do you rip on the daily?
Many money, say me say many, many, many How many mics do we rip on the daily?
Many money, say me say many, many, many
I used to be underrated Now I take iron
Makes my dish constipated I'm 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, I'm first human
Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
Street pressure, word to papa I ain't going under
One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola
Mama always told me, you're one in a million
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal, how does it feel?
I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal
Cause the whole world's out of order
So at night the fiends dance on Greece with John Travolta
One got slaughtered as he caught blood from his mouth
The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness stout
Brother, brother, can't you get this through your head?
This is set up by the feds, they scoping us with their infrareds
How many mics do you rip on the daily?
Mini-money, me say mini-mini-mini
How many mics do I rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-mini-mini
How many mics do we rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-mini-mini
Too many emcees, not enough mics
Exit your show like I exit the turnpike
Dicing dynamite like Dole or Mike
Double-do's delight, I don't dig Van Dyke
Starlight to star bright, the freaks come out at night
Like my man Wyclef
I wear my sunglasses at night
And my panache wear Marshall Entourage
Squash the squad and hide they bodies under my garage
And when the cops come looking, I be booking to Brooklyn
Beat their trails, broken, flippin' tokens, still hoboken
A clean ghetto ain't like Alec Baldwin
Driving in my fast car, playing Tracy Chastain
How many mics do we rip on the daily?
Say me say mini-money, say me say mini-mini-mini
How many mics do you rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-mini-mini
How many mics do we rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-mini-mini
How many mics do I rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-mini-mini
How many mics do I rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-money, say me say mini-money
How many mics do I rip on the daily?
Mini-money, say me say mini-money