E.D.I. and Young Noble of the Outlawz pac talking: "i wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
so you say i suck, and ya talk shit but you listen to me, your on my dick (APATHY SHOUTS OUT) yaaaa hahaha apathy, big mike, white on white crimes
Created a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike
Beastie Boys Use real rock beats, show off big toys Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud Loud... A, then scrach it... Heavy metal
so listen to Mike D. My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike
a pig. You too tippys to operate this rig. I'm a mike, You suckers I strike in filght. Here's a DWI for drivin' drunk with the mike. From Chi to Lawnge
You can't leave home without my CD like air-max I throw them bows left to right I'm So So Def-a-like legendary like Like Mike Biiiottch! [Chorus] We
poodle talkin' shit 'bout to get one put in ya noodle Biotch ya got the nuts to be attackin' back at me My chap I'm strapped have the fifty pound metal
(feat. Bulletproof, Chino XL, Killer Mike) [Hook: Bun B] I done listened to your music and watched your videos (eos) You niggas ain't trill (trill),
wanna pop shit and get popped in the top lip? I shoot the five and on a good day I bite bullets We use Aire traps to catch weasels Metal mouth's diesel
(feat. Larsiny) Why nigga you would die if you try me (As we continue on) Why nigga you would die if you try me [Big Mike:] Why nigga you would die
chrome pajamas on pull up to tha club no we ain't gon make it barely storm it's gun be a 100% chance of rain on every arm killin the mike u ain't half
a _Candyman_ Yeah, just say my name five times in the mirror And I'ma show yo' ass the true meanin of terror Yeah, we cut your lights out, bring the metal
Keep the complaints comin' nigga [Verse 2: Paul Cain] Yo a hustles a hustle from ghetto to ghetto In a 4.6 Range Rov Canarie Yellow and metal Muzzle
what I love? Holla, niggas who love me We six deep in the ridiculous humvee Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall Break your face, like Mike Tyson with
Natti:] So through this Bluegrass follow sorrow Blacker then the ghetto you fear You disappear like the future of the ghetto you near Where index fingers bring the heavy metal
East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike
in the heart of the ghetto, dipping and dodging the metro Pitching the ? and coke that's what I use to pedal Heavy metal, a j-jack of all trays Then you
