Lyrics

Hand me a Mic

My mic, is my sword kid,
My mic is my blade, the one I go to war wit.
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Hand me a mic, And get the fuck out the way,
I'ma run through the barricade, holding my blade,
Open the gate, Right now, and I'll help you locate, That sound,
You've been looking for, since you were made,
I'm not afraid to get loud, Down, Duck,
Got'em lying on the ground, like they're trying to block a puck,
I suggest that you think twice, I insist, TWICE,
You don't want to get added to my list of dislikes,
It's like, this mic's, the pissed type,
Every single time I touch it, I end up in a fist-fight,
(Common), Come one, Come all,
I'ma cum on your wall, when you buy my poster,
Flows, bolster my net gross,
Leave mediocre foes' clothes soaked, when I let go,
Let's go, Better yet in retro-spect,
Let's not, you're too petro,

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Hand me a mic, And get the fuck out the way,
I'ma run through the barricade, holding my blade,
Open the gate, Right now, and I'll help you locate, That sound,
You've been looking for, since you were made,

Hand me a mic, and stand still, wit your hat tilt,
I'ma run right through you, and get up in your man's grill,
I can't feel that chick that you're wit,
Like Grant Hill, she Blue the Devil, and sucked your dick,
Wanna battle, you've been rejected kid,
Don't you know, first you have to meet your prerequisite,
Go home, Study some more, Draw up a game plan,
Do a lot of shows, Microphone Mayhem,
Flagrant with words, Put out a demo,
From Suburbs to Ghetto, Use your own feet to pedal,
I hope that you know, that I took out a loan,
And I'm running out of time, So look out below,
MAD MAXX, otherwise known, as Mad Vexed,
I'm the motherfuckin reason, ya'll changed your address,
At best, these cats is Half Ass, Ya'll talk so much shit, that ya'll got Bad Breath,

(CHORUS- 2X)

Hand me a mic, better yet, hand me two,
And I'll do my own adlibs, Glad to be cool,
From captain to crew, let's adapt to the tune,
Of this rap attitude, that got me trapped in the booth,
Let's initiate combat, Full contact,
On track, to bring an onslaught, of Raw Rap,
Fall back, my plan of attack is All That,
Got'em stuck to every line like a Mall Rat,
Down six blocks, and growing, Gridlock,
Got you open like a picked lock, when my shit drop,
My shit's hot, burning, determined to turn heads,
I turn red by the time my verse ends, I reverse trends,
With ease, every single rhyme I release,
Is a feast for your mind, every time you hear beats,
Hand me a mic, and I'll end the night, with a punch-line,
Don't forget to get it right,
I've seen a pike, put up a better fight.

(CHORUS- 2X)