Athletic Mic League - Mo Rhymes Mo Beats lyrics

The AML Mo' rhymes, mo' beats, no time for no weak MC's [Verse 1: ] Enter the center where foes get injured End up on C-Span promoting Post and rainbow stickers Even mo' confused when you ask they gender Reach for the mic n***a You end up being a poster if I expose the pictures Right now the mic is giving is giving your lame a** feedback Screaming, "Let go n***a", you hoes think you sinister Using my style for evil purposes Computer geeks I do the web searches Scratch and cut y'all of computer generated services Trick, [?] is my epidermis Is you verses the focal point is satellite I send out self destructive e-mails messages If you try to hideout on websites [Verse 2: ] I brainstorm without thinking Wisdom of life got my third eye blinking I'm getting older My window of opportunity is shrinking Now do I flow to get this contract or satisfaction? You can tell in my actions there's six of us But see to the human eye we're still anonymous What they all about is what had you curious As I piece my rhymes together, letter by letter I'ma do this daily so I can get better Make it a career so one day yo, I can get cheddar To get to the top I'm hellbent To this world I'm heaven sent I gotta pay my dues like rent My style is that of an open mind Roll with a crew that's hard to find My focus is straight as a line [Verse 3: ] Scriptures written by texts just paint a picture More vivid than an art exhibit Don't say it if your heart ain't in it As far as getting new whips, I'll rock a car that's dented But I'll drive a point home inside your dome that [?] When the League bat Angels in the Outfield guard your pennant But we unstoppable Heard the angels ask for God's opinion "Yo God, how do we stop the League from winning? Tempt them with trees and women? Tell them if they sell their soul then they can see some linen? Let's make it a sin to rock mics [?] appears that's not tight The wack MC's will be praised then, controlling the spotlight." God replied, "There's only one way to beat the Mic League Train for centuries and inherit my steez Otherwise the only thing you seeing is pain You know I blessed them with quotes deeper than the King James." [Verse 4: ] Watch for this next one I recite rhymes to put a hex on That's why every MC I flex is now working at Exxon Expelled for writing text wrong This verbal spell check corrects dialects To stop violators from trying it My rhyme patterns go through [?] caverns with lanterns Shine around the planet like rings [?] Saturn Y'all didn't listen My vocal ammunition was hissing Now you went from body in lines to person walking like an Egyptian [?] crimson leaks from victims of mentioning existence They're convinced it wasn't my coalition The squad behind us is more deadly cause you can't find us Should've been to Vegas Wise and paralyze you through your sinus Soon you'll realize You caught the Midas, far beyond the -itis A virus so sick labels too late to copywrite us I can't blame 'em, we will sustain To reach the highest position The hole break the apex [?] [Verse 5: ] Now place yourself in the kicks of a pro athlete Who's game is so raw dawg they call it pro nasty I toe tag beats with a cult of religious lyric size revolt Maliciously vicious with it, I specialize in a**ault Is it my fault? Or yours? I'm savagely causing you harm I'm known for being deadly, I'm still practicing calm Ask and be warned So emotional, I snatch off your arm They told you not to battle me now you can't pen smack with your palm It's on My training has been far from norm since birth We need to take this out of orbit cause they ain't ready on Earth Then it gets steadily worse My sweating's disperse the same shine That reflects across the globe and let 'em know it's game time [Verse 6: Buff-1] Mo' rhymes, mo' beats, no time for no weak antics So we practice to hold our part of the three standards The AML, d**h and taxes, we remain the champs Same team, same name but the game's revamped Uh, training camp's builds character And yours looks sorta real in the videos Thanks to them film editors So I'm ret to go head up for our just due No links missing and none loose for you gumshoes that're Trying to find a weakness Look behind the speakers We knock the cord out and cause a short inside your tweeters Running in this rat race is a dream and you can't chase or catch us So face the fact of the matter that you have to quit, batches