Fat Jack - Mike, Aaron and Eddie lyrics

[Hook] With the Mike, Aaron & Eddie Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie Mike Mike, Aaron - n - n - n - n - n - n - n - Aaron & Eddie Mike, Aar - r - ron & Eddie Mike, Aaron & Ed - d - Eddie Mike, Aaron - n - n - Eddie Mike Mike Mike, Aaron & Eddie [Verse 1: Myka 9] My name is Myka and I'm rockin' the mic K-k-k-k-k-kind of cycle like a meteorite M-m-m-m-m-microphona no m-m-my Sharona, No b-o-l-o-g-n-a, no b-b-b-bologna, M-m-Michael Michael mo Michael Bo feeb ba fibe a foe fiekle I'm psycho, survival for rivals Depends if I use my rifle stifle Astound while I'm letting off rounds People hurrying hurling hurdling hitting the ground M-i-c-r-o-p-h-o-n-e moving many M-i-k-e okay say ok He's capable of reducing the level them devils rebel With horrible treble kibbles and bits of my hits Dribbles and drips from their lips Eclipse they slip they're in the dark Skip important parts Forget the way the rhyme starts how smart Now one a two a three a four a five a six a seven and eight I'm taking out anyone trying to break upon the microphone Because I know they're fake A-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-j-k-l-m-n-o-p P for the power of taking out cowards Who are trying to scower the one and only Myka 9, I like to rhyme anytime any day When I recite I shine, I smoke the kind Finally I'm getting mine and the name you'll find On the marquis there's a big line Wrapping around the corner we run California Haiku D'Etat on the sign [Hook] [Verse 2: Abstract Rude] Life as a man with the mic in his hand I'd silence the lamb Getting all the guidance he can He don't gotta lie to his fans I don't have to pilot the plane Whoever stylin' the same You better file in the lane Chain gang no weak link in the armor Maintain free speech and our honor Day to day golden rule to good karma Hold a fool accountable And he was overdue to coup de main conquer Penalized read their lights Till they see the light realize Think with a seeing eye Freely that money ain't the key to life It's love and our existence is a symphony of epiphanies Above and beyond our experiences are mysteries The blood of our ancestors all through history enriches me I channel victory my instincts are so defensive My Haiku codependents we fight to the photo finish Ab Rude put the soul up in it Ace 1 is the poet witty Mikah 9 is the jazz and the razzmatazzle dazzling Don't even think about battling This could hurt you a vicious circle Sparring at the gathering [Hook] [Verse 3: Aceyalone] M-m-m-Mike Aaron & Eddie I'm g-g-good and ready When I k-k-k-k-keep the p-party rockin' steady Hey g-girl you looking pretty Wanna get you nice and sweaty Gotta w-w-w-wild st-st-st-style like Fab 5 Freddy I'm a break you up & back down Never gon' put the mic back down It's A-C-E-Y-A-L-O-N-E now it's finna crack now Every one of y'all or 2 of y'all It don't really matter who you are When the sound come through like booya-ka! Sound so good like pull it up Like mash it up, smash it up Poetry takeover that's what's up M-m-Mike Aaron & Ed-d-d-d-Eddie that's what's up This music is our mastery Don't tell me what it has to be As for me it'll be catastrophe If you just don't stop hara**ing me The audacity keep on asking me About this blasphemy Telling me the whole world's pa**ing me But I gotta do what's in all our best interests Even if they're not interested Still gotta get yo engine tested Manifest the destiny the best in me For development still arrested Enemy to the public Lock us up & loving it Society's menace who look so grimace You give him his sentence and double it Now what's the deal? Who's the dealer? Or this is bogus it feel like the house is cheating Who's the pimp? Who's the mack? Who's the player? Some of you hoes ain't eating And some of you hoes won't eat You'll die of hunger I'm MC Ed-d-d-d-Eddie Hayes I'm from the under [Hook]