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lirik lagu shorty mic - 152 bar fight

[verse 1: shorty mic

yeah, lets start a bar fight up in here
yo i spit complex rhymes on a regular
i’m the king of this jungle so i’m the predator
so when i’m on the hunt you better run
‘cause if i catch you you’re done don’t step inside my perimeter
i go and buy a new mic you suckers get a gun
you’re threatened by my presence, you hate that i’m the one
i close my eyes and i can see the world crystal clеar
because my soul is intertwinеd with the atmosphere
i study the greats and pursue to do it better
you say you make the p~ssy wet well i can make the p~ssy wetter
my mind frame’s not one for the average man
i’m the type to have a master plan for my master plan
it’s simple to see that i’m ill and don’t mean sick neither
if you spit like i spit you’d need a quick breather
when i rap i make sure i put on my wife beater
and slap anybody who claims that i don’t spit ether
the last thing you want dawg is a confrontation
you rappers are more cartoon than animation
i been doing this for years i’m trained i’m not a novice
so respect the bars my flow classic like a horse and cart
check my scars and calloused hands from these wicked lands
and you’ll see why i write with a wicked hand
i was blessed with a gift of intelligent wordplay
and cursed by having too much to say
hip hop is in my dna, they wanna clone my style
they got government agents following me around
tryin’ to corner me and capture me
so they can strap me to a gurney and study my whole anatomy
i’m like an automatic with the bars
spraying houses and cars while i’m cruising down the boulevard
they know shorty mic be spitting hard
f~ck a race card, unify stand together march yeah
there’s no theme to this, just my consciousness
pouring from my head like an open faucet
i tried to force it but my rhymes come out flat and boring
it took me years to open my mind to its full potential
i’m a star, it’s just i haven’t blew up yet
a diamond in the rough, so i’m on the come up
so be prepared when it’s my time to shine
to be droppin’ divine lines and distort the timeline
i’m here to take what’s mine
so crown me one of the illest alive, along with the top five
so if i’m in the top ten that’s fine
as long as they say i’m one of the best rappers of my time
that game’s changed and what’s worse these rappers getting stranger
i keep it old school i still write with a pen and paper
‘cause if my phone crash while i’m in my rhyme zone
i’ma smash the phone and punish myself till my body welts
i do it major, doing it less is not in my nature
i’m not a hater ‘cause my prospect is far greater
you got a problem with that then take a seat player
like a doctors office you’ll be on time but i’ll see you later
i’m not your average emcee
i’m humble to a degree so don’t you dare and try and disrespect me
i’m not one to take shots indirectly
i spit with precision, there’s gonna be a hole where your chest be
i’m making moves just as fast like the flash do
i may look static, but multiple times i’ve passed you
how many times must i out rap you?
to show everybody how i eat microphones for food
don’t make me turn to the dark side like anakin
‘cause all i see is a bunch of cravens and mannequins
handicap rappers spittin’ that non audible language
just like a quadriplegic n0body feeling your sh~t
and what a day we live in where money outweighs the sk!ll
and likes and views, are the judges of being ill
whatever happened to dropping lyrical masterpieces?
my thesis is the audience iq is decreasing
but that’s ok, ‘cause i’ma keep on doing my thing
keep offending these motherf~ckers with the words that i bring
i get inside your cranium before we step in the ring
and then i do you ugly like a dirty heroin syringe
mind altering content is my special ingredient
that keep the fiends coming back for more no soda my sh~t is raw
i strangle rappers with their own microphone cords
but on the scene, police couldn’t find any leads, get it?
just like wine i get better each year that i get older
respect to those who paved the way for this hip hop culture
excuse me while i sit back and puff on my cigar
and drink this henney rest in peace to our fallen soldiers
lets get back to the task at hand hip hop hoorah
just like an overhead dead lift i raise the bar
i don’t see other rappers yo, yeah i see statistics
you see what i’m saying ‘cause i write my rhymes in hieroglyphics
don’t get mad if you can’t understand my mind and hand
take some time and read some books and let your mind expand
in my mind i travel to planets and distant lands
our planet’s just one grain in a large beach of sand
let that sink in for a moment let your mind ferment
‘cause i’ll be d~mned if i fall off from rap again
it’s easy to fall off and hard to get back on it
if the fire’s burning out then throw some gas on it
i’m pr~ne to lyrical rampages when i’m provoked
and leave you like a roach in my ash tray you been smoked
people say that my rhymes got to much anger in ‘em
so i walk up with a calm face and start stomping on ‘em
sometimes i like to sit back and just ruminate
and let my conscious mind levitate into outer sp~ce
intercepting radio frequencies from different stations
conversing with foreign entities and different races
microphone madness, when i hit the the stage
while i’m spitting a freestyles i swallow blades
i’m something like a renegade never been afraid
to say what’s on my mind like eminem and jay
i can do this all day in a hallway
with my fellow rhymers and turn this sh~t into pompeii
they look at me amazed they wonder how i keep
spittin’ and spittin’ and never run out of sh~t to say
i love being underestimated
‘cause when i step up to the mic i’m leaving motherf~ckers decapitated
son of david, but i never needed a father
‘cause momma raised warrior you can tell from my aura
supernova, this sh~t ain’t over ‘till i say it’s over
still spitting bars to the measure yo check my composure
yes i’m a soldier with javelin fangs and cobra venom
genetics enhanced to take out my competition
how many mics must i burn to get my recognition
‘cause i won’t alter my image or personage
i break the game down and chop it up into little sections
and conquer them all until i reach my destination
i can’t help that i’m sl!ck with this rhyming sh~t
you suckers rapping like you still got a hymen b~tch
why you running around acting like the next dude
you a copy of a copy you the next fool
i make a fist and punch the ground with immense force
and crack the surface and then shatter the earths core
scriptures written by the rich and the poor
about a legendary emcee with no lyrical flaws
intricate rhyme techniques to think like me your mind will cease
my penmanship so hard i write my lines on diamond sheets
you wanna play this game homie well i play for keeps
f~ck cash, lets battle for organs and brain meat
suicidal thoughts i’m thinking about performing ‘em
‘cause no rapper can k!ll me and now i’m bored of ‘em
i see the anger in your eyes from the words i speak
go home and train ‘cause at the moment dawg your mind is weak
i got rhymes for days, weeks, months and even yearly
just like your girlfriend, my sh~t is not pretty
i got so much on my mind i need a weekly drain
otherwise my brain sparks a class five hurricane
i don’t apologise for being the best that i can be
that’s like me saying sorry after a set on live tv
i see you homeboy running your mouth you gon’ get dealt
excuse me while i let history just repeat itself i’m a star, it’s just i haven’t blew up yet
a diamond in the rough, so i’m on the come up
so be prepared when it’s my time to shine
to be droppin’ divine lines and distort the timeline
i’m here to take what’s mine
so crown me one of the illest alive along with the top five
so if i’m in the top ten that’s fine
as long as they say i’m one of the best rappers of my time

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