Microphone

[Intro: Royce da 5'9", Sample] The mic, the microphone (Yeah) The mic, the microphone (Yeah) The mic, the microphone The mic, the microphone [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Too many Indians and no Chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pre-mote peace I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints When I bless a joint, it's like Spock Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point I got the Vulcan touch, I tell my bitch I'ma Give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up Too many enemies and no killers Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers I get stacks (Stacks) I blam hard with the click-clack, with that Antarctica wrist-wrap I spit crack for y'all niggas to get dope Y'all gotta wait for the Transporter to get back So who's the illest? What you talkin' 'bout? Die Hard like you Bruce or Willis when I shoot to kill it Too many hood guys, not enough good guys The way you say pussy in plural is pus-sy [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone I put my heart and my soul in that microphone I put it down on that (Microphone) Turn up the motherfuckin' sound on that microphone [Verse 2: Crooked I] But turn it down if you weak on that microphone Lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone Like James Brown, I'ma die on the microphone Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone They on the same bullshit that Mike was on You're lookin' at the unseen, listenin' to the unheard I kill your career with one word — Slaughterhouse You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve I lift your skirt like a young perv — knock 'em out We the mob, homie who need a job Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob Too many in this industry I need to rob And if eatin' niggas made you obese, I be the Blob Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest Listeners hear me spit and think it's a pissin' contest I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me They better off usin' a fishin' pole to reel in the Loch Ness (Yes!) I got a barrel that'll spot wussies If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy? [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] You lil' niggas better come off that microphone I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone I'll turn a father to a son on that microphone I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone And tell the Source I don't need no microphone [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Too many critics tend to be silly Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies I get it poppin' like a nine milli Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily None of you kids spit evenly You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin' me (Ha-ha) Too many fantasies and no fame Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane Less than whack Scooby Snack lack flow game Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name In any one of them verses, say hello to the hearses Too many monkey see, monkey doers I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster [Chorus: Joe Budden] Niggas know I get it in on that microphone Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone Decide who you wan' be on that microphone I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Too many 20 milligram Vics I'm on Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on Say his mouth always runnin' off I tell 'em bridge or tunnel, give a fuck how I come across All these wannabe tough guys, son is soft Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope Too many dogs, not enough barkin' yet Too many blueprints, not enough architects Rhyme ain't started yet, still, every bar's a mess Fuck record sales or who the machine markets best I'm the last mothafucka that y'all should test I'm the sharpshooter, you the nigga I target next Too many frontin' like y'all that fly Reaching, 'cause we set the bar that high [Outro: Royce Da 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden] "I don't be fuckin around on that microphone" "You lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone" "You lil' niggas need to come off that microphone" "Niggas know I get it in on that microphone"