This is not a song by Disturbed, you do realize that right? Verse. 1: Rappin on a dead mic, hot lyrics comin from me, people thinks i'ma sic, nah,
Verse. 1: Rappin on a dead mic, hot lyrics comin from me people thinks i'ma sic, nah i'm just tha shy A-Double-B remanissin yesterday i was holdin ma
번역: 기지 에이스. 데드 마이크.
번역: 교란. A - 더블 B - 데드 마이크.
Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, so Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great I miggedy-make the
(feat. M-1 (Dead Prez)) [M-1] If you believe it you can achieve it that's wise words of wisdom Or really would you whether just be pimped by the system
Murder for breakfast Murder for lunch Murder for dinner and murder for brunch [x2] I woke up today hungry for something new She want's to leave but I
cooking up a stew And the special ingredient is you Stop your crying, don't make a fuss You should be honored to be here with us At this dead and breakfast
fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks, Big nuts hairs, swinging like nunchucks Hollygrove I'm claiming it like insurance I've been on the grind, nigga you're just a tourist, Flowers for the dead
an easy catch, you're dead wrong Gotta work on my seduction if you wanna get it on But if you think that I'm an easy catch, you're dead wrong Can I
, for thee) I told this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O Canada) 1-2, 1-2, mic check
upon de riddim like a rockin of de gong Me sit upon de riddim like a true ?? Man no listen Daddy Nitro like a fierce ?? Me flow upon de mic from a ??
the frames twist of fate cause you say the same shit now The Local Mobb Grill and let y'all niggas know I'm dead I'm serious, somebody can get killed
my shit hardcore (Bazaro, boogie down Bronx, baby) I only like my shit hardcore On the mic, Grip be flexin' Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic
teeth, bring it like the Persian Gulf Slap the clip into Armageddon and start wettin' Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you Thinkin' about
shit hardcore (Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby) I only like my shit hardcore (Grip) On the mic, Grip be flexin' Who's next to wreck when I mic check, mic
I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll Back in my head and the mic glows red Step in my face and you'll wind up dead Yo, thanks,
can't put any cut on the product, I just can't live like that But from now on if any cops get in our way Turn up the mic dog, so I can get off Find me
