[{"id":29835682,"name":"Microphone Master (LP Version - Clean)","trackName":"Microphone Master (LP Version - Clean)","artistName":"Das EFX","albumName":"Microphone Master","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam\nI might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram\nto understand why these rappers try to faze me\nThey must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie\n\nBig-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A\nWell-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a\n'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie\nNo matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me\n\nI'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular\nSee me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular\nWe high as shit, the sky is it?\nYou know the sewer style yo is fly as shit\nSo grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it\n(What?)\n\nSo fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\nI still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'\nKids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'\nMy sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask\nYou better answer who's the microphone master\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nWell yo, here's the humdinger\nI'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\nIt's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\nI higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses\nStocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n\nBy the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\nMad rubbers to keep my dick clean\nChrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\nJaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n\nI check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\nMy style is wild like the Cats of Villanova\nThe heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over\nSo the skunk and Thai keep me 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know the sewer style yo is fly as shit\n[00:53.11] So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it\n[00:57.14] (What?)\n[00:59.02] So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\n[01:00.71] I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'\n[01:01.86] Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'\n[01:05.26] My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask\n[01:08.35] You better answer who's the microphone master\n[01:10.61] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[01:13.37] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[01:19.32] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[01:22.19] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[01:25.83] Well yo, here's the humdinger\n[01:32.82] I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\n[01:34.97] It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\n[01:37.59] I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses\n[01:41.50] Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n[01:44.91] By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\n[01:46.72] Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean\n[01:49.02] Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\n[01:51.70] Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n[01:57.29] I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\n[01:59.56] My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova\n[02:02.26] The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over\n[02:04.54] So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'\n[02:07.91] And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open\n[02:10.27] See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me\n[02:13.12] The inspiration to riggity rock the nation\n[02:15.22] From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican\n[02:18.04] Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'\n[02:20.65] I'm on point, exclamation with the caper\n[02:24.01] The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker\n[02:25.96] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[02:29.08] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[02:34.23] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[02:38.76] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[02:47.35] I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows\n[02:50.19] Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes\n[02:53.82] Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit\n[02:55.96] My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick\n[02:58.47] Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper\n[03:01.15] And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster\n[03:03.76] Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo\n[03:06.50] I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo\n[03:09.27] I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though\n[03:11.83] I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo\n[03:14.90] I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines\n[03:18.67] Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes\n[03:20.15] Yo, well yo the shit sound clever\n[03:21.42] I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice\n[03:23.80] Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice\n[03:25.95] These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some\n[03:28.21] We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson\n[03:30.67] But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder\n[03:33.21] Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'\n[03:36.36] I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you\n[03:38.78] Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue\n[03:40.09] I show the flow I go until it's time to leave\n[03:41.67] Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve\n[03:44.40] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[03:47.83] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[03:52.61] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[03:57.71] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[03:59.98] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[04:03.00] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[04:05.85] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[04:07.95] Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n[04:10.05] Miggity microphone 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you're cheap and buried\ncos you're never comin near it\nSo fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\nI still be schoolin, foolin em when I'm speakin\nKids be heapin, they love the way that we be freakin\nMy sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask\nyou better answer who's the microphone master\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nWell yo, here's the humdinger,\nI'm briggity bringin a new style of thing\nIt's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\nI higgity hold his mic piece for ransom\nIt's all about expanses, stocks of skunks,\nprops and my pops get a mansion\nBy the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\nMad rubbers to keep my dick clean\nChrome tools in rent\nand I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\nJaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\nI check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\nMy style is wild 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skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n\n By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\n Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean\n Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\n Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n\n I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\n My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova\n The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over\n So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'\n\n And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open\n See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me\n The inspiration to riggity rock the nation\n From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican\n\n Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'\n I'm on point, exclamation with the caper\n The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n I 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suggest you\n\n Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue\n I show the flow I go until it's time to leave\n Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n ...\n"},{"id":21765620,"name":"Microphone Master (Sewa/41 St. Side Instrumental)","trackName":"Microphone Master (Sewa/41 St. Side Instrumental)","artistName":"Das Efx","albumName":"Microphone 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who's the microphone master\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nWell yo, here's the humdinger\nI'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\nIt's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\nI higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses\nStocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n\nBy the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\nMad rubbers to keep my dick clean\nChrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\nJaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n\nI check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\nMy style is wild like the Cats of Villanova\nThe heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over\nSo the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'\n\nAnd I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open\nSee I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me\nThe inspiration to riggity rock the 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super rhymes\n\nYo, well yo the shit sound clever\nI'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice\nBig-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice\nThese 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some\nWe need to murder some like Colin Ferguson\n\nBut now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder\nYa best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'\nI'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you\n\nDismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue\nI show the flow I go until it's time to leave\nBelieve I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super 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never comin' near it\n (What?)\n\n So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\n I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'\n Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'\n My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask\n You better answer who's the microphone master\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n Well yo, here's the humdinger\n I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\n It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\n I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses\n Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n\n By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\n Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean\n Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\n Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n\n I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\n My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova\n The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over\n So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'\n\n And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open\n See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me\n The inspiration to riggity rock the nation\n From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican\n\n Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'\n I'm on point, exclamation with the caper\n The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows\n Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes\n Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit\n My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick\n\n Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper\n And I got more spunk than that 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master, funky rhyme\nMicrophone master\nMicrophone master\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\nMicrophone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\nStraight from the sewer of the 41st side\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\nMicrophone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\nStraight from the sewer of the 41st side\n\nThe Infamous Mobb, Infamous Mobb\nInfamous, Infamous, Infamous Mobb\nThe Infamous Mobb, Infamous, Infamous\nInfamous Mobb and Doctor, now listen\nStick you for the only pot you got to piss in\nRapper's school, keep the key in the ignition\nWhen we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\nWhen we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\nWhen we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\nYo, 7th do his thing with precision, no time for broke livin'\nI'm tryin' to see a dish in, and food to fill my kitchen\nSome faggot kids snitchin', givin' info\nWe do a drive-by in a stolen black Benzo\nWe tint the window, bullets'll flurry through your system\nYour man ran, lucky for him, because we missed him\nWe catch him on the rebound, but see now\nI'm tryin' to get this money and you tryin'\nTo stop me, what's it gonna be now?\nYou stand up to my crew and get laid down\nOn the ground with the big four-pound, you hear the sound\nOn the other side of town, where caps get peeled\nBreak you off love-love, give you somethin' to feel\nDelf and 'Pex, Mobb Deep, niggas holdin' it down\nRunnin' fiction-ass MCs, genre-bound\nEager to please rap kids, get back smacked with pistols\nForced to exile, livin' in now, funky style\n\nWell, ease out, selector, I bring it on again\nThis for all my niggas doin' time up in the fuckin' pen\nY'all been, I can't forget my niggas who got left back\nF that, and all my honies chillin' out in Lefrak\nCity, see, we gets busy with no follow-up\nStomp each illy, throw the towel up, ayo, Havoc, roll the olive\nBound up, it's the Infamous with the 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deuce?\nAyo, what you gonna do with that black deuce-deuce?\nHit you up, take the cash, you ain't slug-proof, duke\nTakin' yours to survive, it's only matter of time\nI'm snatchin', livin' grimy, runnin', never look back\nThe root of evil got me actin' like that\nLife ain't a game, the streets is Mortal Kombat\nI wasn't blessed with the silver spoon\nSince my born, I've resumed to find some warm rooms\nNow you's a customer, cop here for natural born hustlers\nThat's what he thought, son, stupid kid, you get extorted\nStop smilin', but still, don't nothin' move but the money\nThe infamous gat clappers and mic masters\n\nAnd I'ma hickity-hit ya with the hickory-dickory\nStickin' niggas style, twisted off the liquor\nSo I'm Icarus to books, iggity off the hook\nBlow this shit down, son, we keep a nigga shook\nLook, I got it made like long, fatigue on\nMy man slipped up and got bagged for three ones\nOh my God, it's wiggity-squad in the place\nWhere the Mobb niggas can get robbed like 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offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n Yo, we 'bout to get this one off, son\n 'Bout to make it my peeps, knahmsayin'?\n Knahmsayin'?\n\n Microphone master, funky rhyme\n Microphone master\n Microphone master\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n\n The Infamous Mobb, Infamous Mobb\n Infamous, Infamous, Infamous Mobb\n The Infamous Mobb, Infamous, Infamous\n Infamous Mobb and Doctor, now listen\n Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in\n Rapper's school, keep the key in the ignition\n When we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\n When we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\n When we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\n Yo, 7th do his thing with precision, no time for broke livin'\n I'm tryin' to see a dish in, and food to fill my kitchen\n Some faggot kids snitchin', givin' info\n We do a drive-by in a stolen black Benzo\n We tint the window, bullets'll flurry through your system\n Your man ran, lucky for him, because we missed him\n We catch him on the rebound, but see now\n I'm tryin' to get this money and you tryin'\n To stop me, what's it gonna be now?\n You stand up to my crew and get laid down\n On the ground with the big four-pound, you hear the sound\n On the other side of town, where caps get peeled\n Break you off love-love, give you somethin' to feel\n Delf and 'Pex, Mobb Deep, niggas holdin' it down\n Runnin' fiction-ass MCs, genre-bound\n Eager to please rap kids, get back smacked with pistols\n Forced to exile, livin' in now, funky style\n\n Well, ease out, selector, I bring it on again\n This for all my niggas doin' time up in the fuckin' pen\n Y'all been, I can't forget my niggas who got left back\n F that, and all my honies chillin' out in Lefrak\n City, see, we gets busy with no follow-up\n Stomp each illy, throw the towel up, ayo, Havoc, roll the olive\n Bound up, it's the Infamous with the sewer\n Go to Queens and get my weed, 10x10, is that blue? 1-2, 1-2, uh\n Blew ya, out the box like Kelly\n Comin' from the under with the thunder like Shelley\n Really, we comin' deep, it's Mobb the Mobb\n Rhymin' is my job, you can wind up gettin' robbed\n Either way, in the day or night, it don't matter\n It's me, that nigga P, Havoc and the jabber-jabber\n Yo, we bring you raw without a doubt\n It's the Infamous and Doc, expect the three-and-out\n\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, funky rhyme\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n 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as shit\nSo grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it\n(What?)\n\nSo fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\nI still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'\nKids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'\nMy sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask\nYou better answer who's the microphone master\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nWell yo, here's the humdinger\nI'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\nIt's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\nI higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses\nStocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n\nBy the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\nMad rubbers to keep my dick clean\nChrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\nJaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n\nI check the mic 2-1 and chew 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that's the issue\nI show the flow I go until it's time to leave\nBelieve I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\nMiggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Microphone Master (Sewa/41st Side remix-dirty)\n artist: Das EFX\n album: Microphone Master (remix)\n duration_ms: 314000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam\n I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram\n to understand why these rappers try to faze me\n They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie\n\n Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A\n Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a\n 'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie\n No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me\n\n I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular\n See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular\n We high as shit, the sky is it?\n You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit\n So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it\n (What?)\n\n So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\n I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'\n Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'\n My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask\n You better answer who's the microphone master\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n Well yo, here's the humdinger\n I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\n It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold\n I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses\n Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion\n\n By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens\n Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean\n Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints\n Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess\n\n I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath\n My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova\n The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over\n So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'\n\n And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open\n See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me\n The inspiration to riggity rock the nation\n From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican\n\n Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'\n I'm on point, exclamation with the caper\n The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows\n Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes\n Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit\n My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick\n\n Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper\n And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster\n Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo\n I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo\n\n I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though\n I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo\n I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines\n Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes\n\n Yo, well yo the shit sound clever\n I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice\n Big-up to DJ 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1-2, 1-2, uh\nBlew ya, out the box like Kelly\nComin' from the under with the thunder like Shelley\nReally, we comin' deep, it's Mobb the Mobb\nRhymin' is my job, you can wind up gettin' robbed\nEither way, in the day or night, it don't matter\nIt's me, that nigga P, Havoc and the jabber-jabber\nYo, we bring you raw without a doubt\nIt's the Infamous and Doc, expect the three-and-out\n\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\nMicrophone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\nStraight from the sewer of the 41st side\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\nMicrophone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\nStraight from the sewer of the 41st side\n\nAyo, what you gonna\nAyo, what you\nAyo, what you gonna do with that black deuce?\nAyo, what you gonna do with that black deuce?\nAyo, what you gonna do with that black deuce-deuce?\nHit you up, take the cash, you ain't slug-proof, duke\nTakin' yours to survive, it's only matter of time\nI'm snatchin', livin' grimy, runnin', never look back\nThe root of evil got me actin' like that\nLife ain't a game, the streets is Mortal Kombat\nI wasn't blessed with the silver spoon\nSince my born, I've resumed to find some warm rooms\nNow you's a customer, cop here for natural born hustlers\nThat's what he thought, son, stupid kid, you get extorted\nStop smilin', but still, don't nothin' move but the money\nThe infamous gat clappers and mic masters\n\nAnd I'ma hickity-hit ya with the hickory-dickory\nStickin' niggas style, twisted off the liquor\nSo I'm Icarus to books, iggity off the hook\nBlow this shit down, son, we keep a nigga shook\nLook, I got it made like long, fatigue on\nMy man slipped up and got bagged for three ones\nOh my God, it's wiggity-squad in the place\nWhere the Mobb niggas can get robbed like base\nGo taste the terror, flood the leather in the Beamer\nThe O.E. abuser, can't fuck with FEMA\nThe 'Nam pop singer from the land of box slingers\nWhere niggas hide and gun smoke from niggas' Glocks linger\nI rip shit for fun, so come one, come all\nCaesar get mad, burn like Jamal\nBy the rhyme telepherson from the cellar to the attic\nTo the Bronx, Krazy Drayzie, Prodigy, and pistol advocate\n\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\nMicrophone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\nStraight from the sewer of the 41st side\nMicrophone master, funky rhyme maker\nMicrophone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\nMicrophone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\nStraight from the sewer of the 41st side","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Microphone Master feat. Mobb Deep\n artist: Das Efx\n album: The Very Best Of Das Efx\n duration_ms: 272016\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n You know that thing offend you\n Yo, we 'bout to get this one off, son\n 'Bout to make it my peeps, knahmsayin'?\n Knahmsayin'?\n\n Microphone master, funky rhyme\n Microphone master\n Microphone master\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n\n The Infamous Mobb, Infamous Mobb\n Infamous, Infamous, Infamous Mobb\n The Infamous Mobb, Infamous, Infamous\n Infamous Mobb and Doctor, now listen\n Stick you for the only pot you got to piss in\n Rapper's school, keep the key in the ignition\n When we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\n When we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\n When we get back, nigga, we shinin' glistenin'\n Yo, 7th do his thing with precision, no time for broke livin'\n I'm tryin' to see a dish in, and food to fill my kitchen\n Some faggot kids snitchin', givin' info\n We do a drive-by in a stolen black Benzo\n We tint the window, bullets'll flurry through your system\n Your man ran, lucky for him, because we missed him\n We catch him on the rebound, but see now\n I'm tryin' to get this money and you tryin'\n To stop me, what's it gonna be now?\n You stand up to my crew and get laid down\n On the ground with the big four-pound, you hear the sound\n On the other side of town, where caps get peeled\n Break you off love-love, give you somethin' to feel\n Delf and 'Pex, Mobb Deep, niggas holdin' it down\n Runnin' fiction-ass MCs, genre-bound\n Eager to please rap kids, get back smacked with pistols\n Forced to exile, livin' in now, funky style\n\n Well, ease out, selector, I bring it on again\n This for all my niggas doin' time up in the fuckin' pen\n Y'all been, I can't forget my niggas who got left back\n F that, and all my honies chillin' out in Lefrak\n City, see, we gets busy with no follow-up\n Stomp each illy, throw the towel up, ayo, Havoc, roll the olive\n Bound up, it's the Infamous with the sewer\n Go to Queens and get my weed, 10x10, is that blue? 1-2, 1-2, uh\n Blew ya, out the box like Kelly\n Comin' from the under with the thunder like Shelley\n Really, we comin' deep, it's Mobb the Mobb\n Rhymin' is my job, you can wind up gettin' robbed\n Either way, in the day or night, it don't matter\n It's me, that nigga P, Havoc and the jabber-jabber\n Yo, we bring you raw without a doubt\n It's the Infamous and Doc, expect the three-and-out\n\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, funky rhyme\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n\n Ayo, what you gonna\n Ayo, what you\n Ayo, what you gonna do with that black deuce?\n Ayo, what you gonna do with that black deuce?\n Ayo, what you gonna do with that black deuce-deuce?\n Hit you up, take the cash, you ain't slug-proof, duke\n Takin' yours to survive, it's only matter of time\n I'm snatchin', livin' grimy, runnin', never look back\n The root of evil got me actin' like that\n Life ain't a game, the streets is Mortal Kombat\n I wasn't blessed with the silver spoon\n Since my born, I've resumed to find some warm rooms\n Now you's a customer, cop here for natural born hustlers\n That's what he thought, son, stupid kid, you get extorted\n Stop smilin', but still, don't nothin' move but the money\n The infamous gat clappers and mic masters\n\n And I'ma hickity-hit ya with the hickory-dickory\n Stickin' niggas style, twisted off the liquor\n So I'm Icarus to books, iggity off the hook\n Blow this shit down, son, we keep a nigga shook\n Look, I got it made like long, fatigue on\n My man slipped up and got bagged for three ones\n Oh my God, it's wiggity-squad in the place\n Where the Mobb niggas can get robbed like base\n Go taste the terror, flood the leather in the Beamer\n The O.E. abuser, can't fuck with FEMA\n The 'Nam pop singer from the land of box slingers\n Where niggas hide and gun smoke from niggas' Glocks linger\n I rip shit for fun, so come one, come all\n Caesar get mad, burn like Jamal\n By the rhyme telepherson from the cellar to the attic\n To the Bronx, Krazy Drayzie, Prodigy, and pistol advocate\n\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n Microphone master, funky rhyme maker\n Microphone master, and we's the niggas makin' papers\n Microphone master, yeah, 'bout to get live\n Straight from the sewer of the 41st side\n"},{"id":16414929,"name":"Microphone Master (Sewa ̸ 41st Side Remix) (Dirty) (feat. 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beaded weed in me is feedin' me\n The inspiration to riggity rock the nation\n From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican\n\n Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'\n I'm on point, exclamation with the caper\n The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows\n Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes\n Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit\n My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick\n\n Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper\n And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster\n Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo\n I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo\n\n I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though\n I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo\n 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EL-A\n Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a\n 'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie\n No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me\n\n I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular\n See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular\n We high as shit, the sky is it?\n You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit\n So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it\n (What?)\n\n So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it\n I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'\n Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'\n My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask\n You better answer who's the microphone master\n\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker\n\n Well yo, here's the humdinger\n I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing\n It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low 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