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 Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  I used to be underrated, now I take iron\n  Makes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\n  So on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\n  Run through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\n  Problem with no man, before Black, I'm first 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Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile\n  Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\n  Laced with malice, hands get calloused\n  From gripping microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n  See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\n  I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics 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flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n  A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n  Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Say, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  Many, many, money, many, many, many\n  Many, many, money, many, many, many\n\n  Yo, as I was sayin', look\n  Yo, yo, hold up kid, hol' up, hol' up (yo, man)\n  Yo, ready or not, kid (yo, yo, I gotta tell you somethin', man)\n  They gon' move on us (If they do, but, yo)\n  And we gotta get prepared\n  We gotta get the forces together, man (I gotta do what I gotta do, man)\n  We gotta get our family together (I'ma haul ass down to Mexico, yo)\n  Ready or not, man (word is born)\n  Ready or not, they gon' move on us\n  So 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many, many, many\n\n  I get mad frustrated when I rhyme\n  Thinkin' of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons\n  Seasons change, mad things rearrange\n  But it all stays the same like the love doctor, strange\n  I'm tame like the rapper, get red like a snapper when they do that\n  Got your whole block saying, \"True dat\"\n  If only they knew that it was you who was irregular\n  Sold your soul for some secular muzak that's wack\n\n  Plus you use that loop over and over\n  Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile\n  Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\n  Laced with malice, hands get calloused\n  From gripping microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n  See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\n  I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  I used to be underrated, now I take iron\n  Makes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\n  So on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\n  Run through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\n  Problem with no man, before Black, I'm first 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money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  Too many MCs, not enough mics\n  Exit your show like I exit the turnpike\n  Dice and dynamite like Dolemite\n  Double-deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n  Star light to star bright, the freaks come out at night\n  Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n  And my panache will mosh your entourage\n  Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage\n  And when the cops come lookin', I be bookin' to Brooklyn\n  Leave the trails broken, flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n  A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n  Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Say, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  Many, many, money, many, 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me say many, many, many\n[02:59.41] How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n[03:02.13] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[03:05.23] How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n[03:07.94] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[03:10.94] Too many MCs, not enough mics\n[03:13.72] Exit your show like I exit the turnpike\n[03:16.86] Dice and dynamite like Dolemite\n[03:19.48] Double-deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n[03:22.47] Star light to star bright, the freaks come out at night\n[03:25.19] Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n[03:28.48] And my panache will mosh your entourage\n[03:30.95] Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage\n[03:34.19] And when the cops come lookin', I be bookin' to Brooklyn\n[03:37.85] Leave the trails broken, flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n[03:40.43] A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n[03:42.62] Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman\n[03:45.28] How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n[03:47.97] Say, me say many, money, 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Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile\n  Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\n  Laced with malice, hands get calloused\n  From gripping microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n  See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\n  I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  I used to be underrated, now I take iron\n  Makes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\n  So on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\n  Run through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\n  Problem with no man, before Black, I'm first human\n  Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand (bing)\n  Street pressure, word to papa, I ain't goin' under\n  One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola\n\n  Mama always told me, \"You're one in a million\"\n  Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians\n  Now I got a record deal, \"How does it feel?\"\n  I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal\n  'Cause the whole world's out of order\n  So at night, the fiends dance on grease 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flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n  A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n  Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Say, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  Many, many, money, many, many, many\n  Many, many, money, many, many, many\n\n  Yo, as I was sayin', look\n  Yo, yo, hold up kid, hol' up, hol' up (yo, man)\n  Yo, ready or not, kid (yo, yo, I gotta tell you somethin', man)\n  They gon' move on us (If they do, but, yo)\n  And we gotta get prepared\n  We gotta get the forces together, man (I gotta do what I gotta do, man)\n  We gotta get our family together (I'ma haul ass down to Mexico, yo)\n  Ready or not, man (word is born)\n  Ready or not, they gon' move on us\n  So 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daily\n[02:56.92]Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[02:59.70]How many mic's do I rip on the daily\n[03:02.30]Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[03:05.50]How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[03:08.30]Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[03:11.29]Too many MC's not enough Mic's\n[03:13.86]Exit your show like I exit the turnpike\n[03:17.02]Dice and dynamite like dolomite\n[03:19.46]double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n[03:22.42]Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night\n[03:25.18]Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n[03:28.97]And my panache will mosh your entourage\n[03:31.10]Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage\n[03:34.74]And when the cops come lookin'\n[03:36.38]I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn\n[03:38.09]Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n[03:40.70]A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n[03:42.86]Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman\n[03:45.78]How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[03:47.65]Many moni, 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Plus you use that loop over and over\n  Claiming that you got a new style\n  Your attempts are futile, ooh child\n  Your puerile\n  Brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's\n  Laced with malice\n  Hands get calloused\n  From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me\n  I get Inner Visions like Stevie\n  See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad\n  MC's make me vomit\n  I get controversial\n  Freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Oh, contraire mon frere\n  don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or Coleco, Vision\n  My mind makes incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word\n  You can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice\n  Dangerous like syphillis, yeah\n\n  How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n  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many\n\nI get mad frustrated when I rhyme\nThinkin' of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons\nSeasons change, mad things rearrange\nBut it all stays the same like the love doctor, strange\nI'm tame like the rapper, get red like a snapper when they do that\nGot your whole block saying, \"True dat\"\nIf only they knew that it was you who was irregular\nSold your soul for some secular muzak that's wack\n\nPlus you use that loop over and over\nClaiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile\nOoh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\nYou can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\nLaced with malice, hands get calloused\nFrom gripping microphones from here to Dallas\nGo ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\nSee me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\nIndeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\nI get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\nAu contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\nMe without a mic is like a beat without a snare\nI dare to tear into your ego\nWe go way back like some ganja and pelequo\nOr ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\nAnd I'll back this with Deuteronomy\nOr Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\nSweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\nHow many mics do we rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\nHow many mics do I rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\nHow many mics do you rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\nHow many mics do we rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\nI used to be underrated, now I take iron\nMakes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\nSo on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\nRun through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\nProblem with no man, before Black, I'm first human\nAppetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand (bing)\nStreet 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dynamite like Dolemite\nDouble-deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\nStar light to star bright, the freaks come out at night\nLike my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\nAnd my panache will mosh your entourage\nSquash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage\nAnd when the cops come lookin', I be bookin' to Brooklyn\nLeave the trails broken, flippin' tokens to Hoboken\nA clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\nDriving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman\n\nHow many mics do we rip on the daily?\nSay, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many\nHow many mics do you rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\nHow many mics do we rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\nHow many mics do I rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\nMany, many, money, many, many, many\nMany, many, money, many, many, many\n\nYo, as I was sayin', look\nYo, yo, hold up kid, hol' up, hol' up (yo, man)\nYo, ready or not, kid (yo, yo, I gotta tell you somethin', man)\nThey gon' move on us (If they do, but, yo)\nAnd we gotta get prepared\nWe gotta get the forces together, man (I gotta do what I gotta do, man)\nWe gotta get our family together (I'ma haul ass down to Mexico, yo)\nReady or not, man (word is born)\nReady or not, they gon' move on us\nSo I tell you what, better safe than sorry\nLet's be ready","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.74] Pick up your microphones, ha-ha\n[00:07.66] Pick up your microphones, yo\n[00:10.81] How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n[00:13.97] Say, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[00:17.49] How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n[00:20.12] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[00:22.97] I get mad frustrated when I rhyme\n[00:25.11] Thinkin' of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons\n[00:29.15] Seasons change, mad things rearrange\n[00:31.85] But it all stays the same like the love doctor, strange\n[00:34.56] I'm tame like the rapper, get red like a 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over\n  Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile\n  Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\n  Laced with malice, hands get calloused\n  From gripping microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n  See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\n  I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How 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to take, my tape's\n[00:58.03] Laced with malice\n[00:59.36] Hands get calloused\n[01:00.51] From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas\n[01:02.40] Go ask Alice if you don't believe me\n[01:04.65] I get Inner Visions like Stevie\n[01:06.56] See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n[01:09.12] Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad\n[01:10.96] MC's make me vomit\n[01:12.32] I get controversial\n[01:13.53] Freak your style with no rehearsal\n[01:15.07] Oh, contraire mon frere\n[01:17.32] don't you even go there\n[01:18.00] Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n[01:21.71] I dare to tear into your ego\n[01:23.85] We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo\n[01:26.99] Or Coleco, Vision\n[01:28.28] My mind makes incisions in your anatomy\n[01:30.04] And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n[01:32.71] Or Leviticus, God made this word\n[01:34.88] You can't get with this\n[01:35.84] Sweet like licorice\n[01:36.72] Dangerous like syphillis, yeah\n\n[01:38.44] How many mic's do we rip 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and dynamite like dolomite\n[03:19.46] double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n[03:22.42] Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night\n[03:25.18] Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n[03:28.97] And my panache will mosh your entourage\n[03:31.10] Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage\n[03:34.74] And when the cops come lookin'\n[03:36.38] I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn\n[03:38.09] Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n[03:40.70] A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n[03:42.86] Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman\n\n[03:45.78] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[03:47.65] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[03:51.83] How many mic's do you rip on the daily\n[03:54.41] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[03:57.62] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[04:00.02] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[04:03.13] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[04:06.34] Many moni, Say me say many, many, many, 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Muhammad\n[01:10.96] MC's make me vomit\n[01:12.32] I get controversial\n[01:13.53] Freak your style with no rehearsal\n[01:15.07] Oh, contraire mon frere\n[01:17.32] don't you even go there\n[01:18.00] Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n[01:21.71] I dare to tear into your ego\n[01:23.85] We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo\n[01:26.99] Or Coleco, Vision\n[01:28.28] My mind makes incisions in your anatomy\n[01:30.04] And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n[01:32.71] Or Leviticus, God made this word\n[01:34.88] You can't get with this\n[01:35.84] Sweet like licorice\n[01:36.72] Dangerous like syphillis, yeah\n\n[01:38.44] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[01:41.28] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[01:44.48] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[01:47.05] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[01:50.16] How many mic's do you rip on the daily\n[01:53.15] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[01:55.96] How many mic's do we rip on the 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pelequo\n[01:26.99] Or Coleco, Vision\n[01:28.28] My mind makes incisions in your anatomy\n[01:30.04] And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n[01:32.71] Or Leviticus, God made this word\n[01:34.88] You can't get with this\n[01:35.84] Sweet like licorice\n[01:36.72] Dangerous like syphillis, yeah\n\n[01:38.44] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[01:41.28] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[01:44.48] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[01:47.05] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[01:50.16] How many mic's do you rip on the daily\n[01:53.15] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[01:55.96] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[01:58.76] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n\n[02:01.49] I used to be underrated\n[02:02.92] Now I take iron, makes my shit constipated\n[02:05.87] I'm more concentrated\n[02:07.24] So on my day off\n[02:08.56] With David Sonnenberg I play golf\n[02:10.20] Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov\n[02:13.08] Problem with no 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me say many, many, many\n[02:59.70] How many mic's do I rip on the daily\n[03:02.30] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n[03:05.50] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[03:08.30] Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n\n[03:11.29] Too many MC's not enough Mic's\n[03:13.86] Exit your show like I exit the turnpike\n[03:17.02] Dice and dynamite like dolomite\n[03:19.46] double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n[03:22.42] Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night\n[03:25.18] Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n[03:28.97] And my panache will mosh your entourage\n[03:31.10] Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage\n[03:34.74] And when the cops come lookin'\n[03:36.38] I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn\n[03:38.09] Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n[03:40.70] A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n[03:42.86] Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman\n\n[03:45.78] How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n[03:47.65] Many moni, say me 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How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n  How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n  How many mic's do you rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n  How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n\n  I used to be underrated\n  Now I take iron, makes my shit constipated\n  I'm more concentrated\n  So on my day off\n  With David Sonnenberg I play golf\n  Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov\n  Problem with no man\n  Before black, I'm first human\n  Appetite to write like Frederick douglass with a slave hand\n  Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under\n  One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla\n  Momma always told me \"you're one in a million\"\n  Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians\n  Now I got a record deal \"how does it feel?\"\n  I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal\n  Cause the whole world's out of order\n  So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta\n  One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth\n  The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout\n  Brother brother can't you get this through your head\n  It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds\n\n  How many mic's do you rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n  How many mic's do I rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n  How many mic's do we rip on the daily\n  Many moni, say me say many, many, many\n\n  Too many MC's not enough Mic's\n  Exit your show like I exit the turnpike\n  Dice and dynamite like dolomite\n  double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n  Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night\n  Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n  And my panache will mosh your entourage\n  Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage\n  And when the cops come 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Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\n  Laced with malice, hands get calloused\n  From gripping microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n  See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\n  I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, 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many, many\nHow many mics do we rip on the daily?\nMany, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\nI used to be underrated, now I take iron\nMakes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\nSo on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\nRun through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\nProblem with no man, before Black, I'm first human\nAppetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand (bing)\nStreet pressure, word to papa, I ain't goin' under\nOne day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola\n\nMama always told me, \"You're one in a million\"\nAlways watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians\nNow I got a record deal, \"How does it feel?\"\nI'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal\n'Cause the whole world's out of order\nSo at night, the fiends dance on grease with John Travolta\nOne got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth\nThe other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout\nBrother, brother, can't you get 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ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n[01:06.42] See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n[01:09.08] Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n[01:11.93] I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n[01:15.06] Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n[01:18.71] Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n[01:21.67] I dare to tear into your ego\n[01:23.84] We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n[01:26.67] Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n[01:30.46] And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n[01:32.52] Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n[01:35.60] Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n[01:38.54] How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n[01:41.13] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[01:44.28] How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n[01:46.82] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[01:50.03] How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n[01:52.64] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[01:55.83] How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n[01:58.49] Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n[02:01.29] I used to be underrated, now I take iron\n[02:04.29] Makes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\n[02:07.16] So on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\n[02:10.16] Run through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\n[02:13.13] Problem with no man, before Black, I'm first human\n[02:16.04] Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand (bing)\n[02:18.94] Street pressure, word to papa, I ain't goin' under\n[02:21.52] One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola\n[02:24.88] Mama always told me, \"You're one in a million\"\n[02:27.49] Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians\n[02:30.71] Now I got a record deal, \"How does it feel?\"\n[02:33.15] I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal\n[02:36.31] 'Cause the whole world's out of order\n[02:38.78] So at night, the 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this for all the wrong reasons\n  Seasons change, mad things rearrange\n  But it all stays the same like the love doctor, strange\n  I'm tame like the rapper, get red like a snapper when they do that\n  Got your whole block saying, \"True dat\"\n  If only they knew that it was you who was irregular\n  Sold your soul for some secular muzak that's wack\n\n  Plus you use that loop over and over\n  Claiming that you got a new style, your attempts are futile\n  Ooh, child, you puerile, brain waves are sterile\n  You can't create, you just wait to take my tapes (bing)\n  Laced with malice, hands get calloused\n  From gripping microphones from here to Dallas\n  Go ask Alice if you don't believe me, I get in her visions like Stevie\n  See me ascend from the chalice like the weed be\n  Indeed we like Khalid Muhammad, MCs make me vomit\n\n  I get controversial, freak your style with no rehearsal\n  Au contraire mon frère, don't you even go there\n  Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare\n  I dare to tear into your ego\n  We go way back like some ganja and pelequo\n  Or ColecoVision, my rhymes make incisions in your anatomy\n  And I'll back this with Deuteronomy\n  Or Leviticus, God made this word, you can't get with this\n  Sweet like licorice, dangerous like syphilis, yeah\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  I used to be underrated, now I take iron\n  Makes my shit constipated, I'm more concentrated\n  So on my day off, with David Sonenberg, I play golf\n  Run through Crown Heights screaming out, \"Mazel tov!\"\n  Problem with no man, before Black, I'm first human\n  Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand (bing)\n  Street pressure, word to papa, I ain't goin' under\n  One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Mottola\n\n  Mama always told me, \"You're one in a million\"\n  Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians\n  Now I got a record deal, \"How does it feel?\"\n  I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal\n  'Cause the whole world's out of order\n  So at night, the fiends dance on grease with John Travolta\n  One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth\n  The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guinness Stout\n  Brother, brother, can't you get this through your head?\n  This is set up by the feds, they're scoping us with their infrareds\n\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  Too many MCs, not enough mics\n  Exit your show like I exit the turnpike\n  Dice and dynamite like Dolemite\n  Double-deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke\n  Star light to star bright, the freaks come out at night\n  Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)\n  And my panache will mosh your entourage\n  Squash the squad and hide their bodies under my garage\n  And when the cops come lookin', I be bookin' to Brooklyn\n  Leave the trails broken, flippin' tokens to Hoboken\n  A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin\n  Driving in my fast car playing Tracy Chapman\n\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Say, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do you rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do we rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n  How many mics do I rip on the daily?\n  Many, money, say, me say many, many, many\n\n  Many, many, money, many, many, many\n  Many, many, money, many, many, many\n\n  Yo, as I was sayin', look\n  Yo, yo, hold up kid, hol' up, hol' up (yo, man)\n  Yo, ready or not, kid (yo, yo, I gotta tell you somethin', man)\n  They gon' move on us (If they do, but, yo)\n  And we gotta get prepared\n  We gotta get the forces together, man (I gotta do what I gotta do, man)\n  We gotta get our family together (I'ma haul ass down to Mexico, yo)\n  Ready or not, man (word is born)\n  Ready or not, they gon' move on us\n  So I tell you what, better safe than sorry\n  Let's be ready\n"}]