Tabs - MYcrophone (Microphone Preem freestyle) lyrics

I'm tryna murder that microphone Don't need a burner to snipe your dome I don't like you clones, I'm not opposed to drama So I do the opposite of Obama and strike you drones Ain't about to listen to what you clones say Was coming tree clouds our vision like road spray Four elements, raw intelligence since the old days Combining my joints over them five points of Old Sway I am the furthest thing from okay Feel like Chris Martin when I premier this cold play Catch and run, don't stay, been in the right mood To Jackson for his ice cubes like O'Shea These little rap crews are so gay Bunch of fruit at the bottom dudes, they heart pumps Yoplait f** no I never sold gay Been k**ing them for so long y'all forgot that I ball, I'm OJ I don't know made up laws that you abide by You on the business end of the babble, I'm screaming bye bye This distorted view brought to you in hifi To counteract the cataracts that hide inside your mind's eye And I don't know what you groupies are on I'll loogie your pond, your new baton and Louis Vuitton You newly to bomb and your top 40 isn't equal Just a list of people I am truly beyond That statement's inflammatory, you made it exclamatory Hazmat suits in my laboratory are mandatory You fans are corny You been stuck more times than a bada** shorty with the fattest a** and a ma**ive orgy Back up off me I'm determined to fight Til ya recognize it's the illest you ever heard in your life Til they swear I'm k**ing with every word that I write And they call me Darren Wilson for the way that I murder a mic/Mike You are not ready, everything I drop heavy Got heads nodding like Night At The Roxbury But on the contrary you could get your squad buried Had been known at getting pussies open like a popped cherry Go chill with the thugs, you're still timid cuz I exposed you, showed who the real gimmick was What I spit k**s critics yet they still giving love Cuz I'm ill with it like spitting up some illicit d** So when is your turn to run? you should turn and run Try to teach me a lesson but forgetting where you learned it from Son f** a burner, I don't need to burst a gun Cuz if the truth hurts, every new verse is murder one I just murdered the microphone You never heard of this type of zone Don't matter if I'm in this fight alone Not meant to fall back against the wall and I'm right at home I just murdered that microphone I just murdered that microphone I just murdered that microphone I just murdered the microphone