The Avid Record Collector - Open The Mic lyrics

[Verse One] [J-Love]: Yeah, uh, yo Let me spark this I'm already wound up Lets burn it from the ground up Turn the f**in' sound up Allow drunks spittin' on this underground cut Come around It's goin' down like the town s*ut Keep your mouth shut I'm quick to set it Kid forgot it I get gas then piss unleaded Your sh**s pathetic Slip before your wigs beheaded Disconnected and ripped apart like a Christmas present Flip this record We can battle on the instrumental Battle to a quicker tempo Battle with a pen and pencil Your girls digits in my pocket That's coincidental But if they had a pimp Olympics I would win a medal I've been a rebel for the most of my life I go to your show with a knife, start provoking a fight Jump on stage just when the moment is right And scream "open the mic" Your opponent gets sliced [Verse Two] [Celph Titled]: Out the mouth comes fire Who ignite the fullest? Celph Titled feed you lead, make you bite the bullet Talk imaginary crime stories and get dealt shots Surprise you with the Kalico and get shell shocked And Hells hot You don't wanna get caught there When it's warfare we suit up and carry fours in pairs I'll rob a b**h a too Snatch her purse with the quickness Not Jamaican but I love to jerk chickens n***as disrespect I never keep it on wax We load up the vans With soldiers and fully loaded macs Crashing threw the windows of your crib Blastin' shots Wearing Navy Seal suits to look like astronauts Don't give a f** about rap You talking thug sh** Drain your bodily fluids Now you lack substance Whether east or west You bring beef round here I'll launch a missile to your city till the coast is clear [Verse Three] [Louis Logic]: Ayo you feeling me? Well get your mittens out my trousers Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers You sit around announcers, got nothing to say Like your girl when I'm standing up and f**ing her face sh** We take shots like they don't effect us With more rounds of quarters than bankers and pay phone collectors I slip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected As if my dick fits in a slick slip like Lego connectors Hey don't forgot this Jay Love & Celph And J-Zone spit heat like they come from Hell When I'm pissy I can dump as well When I'm not, I'm just pissed off So your two choices are lump or swell Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch In a pair of cushion knee pads and safety mats And lately that's been the reasons they hate me rappin' Cause my dick disappears in your chicks mouth like baby aspirin [Verse Four] [J-Zone]: Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony (and he talks about is hoes) I say Zone got a long dick, blow me (mothaf**a) The more y'all hate, the more the money come I ain't been unanimous loved since I was 21 with Music For Tu Madre My first LP? All that critical acclaim? sh**, I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte But now I talk trash and bring Hell to the people You're not a broad or a bank teller...I don't want to see you Too cheap to go clubbin' (yep) Too ugly to model (uh huh) Too broke to drink Cris, but I'll front with the bottle J-Zone give a dime to record (what?!) b**h please, rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers ARC on the beat (Record Collector) I, Couple and Celph use your bathroom and pee on the seat And f** a holistic hoe I'd rather have a hoe with lipstick blow on my balls like a piccolo [Verse Five] [J.J. Brown]: Now hold up You can't have a jam without the engineer man It's double J. Brown in this b**h, jeah! I, get into your psyche, don't care if you like me You p**y, even your lesbo flow is so dykey Check the level, dump the treble that's the phat G sound The devil's on a whole new level when we roll through your town Cause it's the O double D, C-O-U-P-L-E With J.B. on this banger, courtesy of A.V It's hot sh** Ooooh, don't say you is when it isn't Like jerkin' off with your left hand, our sh** just feels different And +Por Que+ you wanna act like you got that pimp sh** Sin-A-Matic heads know that my posse makes hits I heard you thinkin' drinkin' is some sh** that we say But best believe I leave ? drippin' with Grand monyay Hip hop horray It's the end for you clowns And leave your hoe to standing up You sit the f** back down