Hip Hop Classic Record.x Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: wyclef/pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many money say me say many many many How many mics do we rip on the daily Many money say me say many many many Verse one: lauryn hill I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange Im tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that Got your whole block saying true dat If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular Soldier soul for some secular muzac thats whack Plus you use that, loop, over and over Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child Your puerile, brain waves are sterile You cant create you just wait to take, my take Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones From here to dallas go ask alice if you dont believe me I get innovisions like stevie See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be Indeed we like kalid mohammed mcs make me vomit I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal Au contraire mon frere, dont you even go there Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back Like some ganja and palequo or colecovision My minds make incisions in your anatomy And I back this with deuteronomy or leviticus God made this word, you cant get with this Sweet like ...
Saturday, 12 January 2013
The Fugees - How Many Mics
The Fugees - How Many Mics Tube. Duration : 4.48 Mins.
Hip Hop Classic Record.x Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: wyclef/pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many money say me say many many many How many mics do we rip on the daily Many money say me say many many many Verse one: lauryn hill I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange Im tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that Got your whole block saying true dat If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular Soldier soul for some secular muzac thats whack Plus you use that, loop, over and over Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child Your puerile, brain waves are sterile You cant create you just wait to take, my take Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones From here to dallas go ask alice if you dont believe me I get innovisions like stevie See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be Indeed we like kalid mohammed mcs make me vomit I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal Au contraire mon frere, dont you even go there Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back Like some ganja and palequo or colecovision My minds make incisions in your anatomy And I back this with deuteronomy or leviticus God made this word, you cant get with this Sweet like ...
Hip Hop Classic Record.x Pick up your microphones Pick up your microphones Chorus: wyclef/pras How many mics do we rip on the daily Say, me say many money say me say many many many How many mics do we rip on the daily Many money say me say many many many Verse one: lauryn hill I get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange Im tame like the rapper get red like a snapper, when they do that Got your whole block saying true dat If only they knew that, it was you who was irregular Soldier soul for some secular muzac thats whack Plus you use that, loop, over and over Claiming that you got a new style, your atempts are futile, oooh child Your puerile, brain waves are sterile You cant create you just wait to take, my take Laced with malice, hands get callous, from ripping microphones From here to dallas go ask alice if you dont believe me I get innovisions like stevie See me, a sin from the chalice, like the weed be Indeed we like kalid mohammed mcs make me vomit I get controversial, freaky style with no rehearsal Au contraire mon frere, dont you even go there Me without a mike is like a beat without a snare I dare to tear into your ego, we go, way back Like some ganja and palequo or colecovision My minds make incisions in your anatomy And I back this with deuteronomy or leviticus God made this word, you cant get with this Sweet like ...
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