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Artist: PRhyme f/ Slaughterhouse
Album:  PRhyme
Song:   Microphone Preem
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[Intro: DJ Premier scratches]
"This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine"

I'm handlin you frauds
These wounded ass niggaz, I rap circles around 'em
I'm bandages and gauze
Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin a menage
Fuckin with the rap game, and the trap game, I'm managin my odds
Man these rappers out here reachin, your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch, yeah
Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck yo' apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
You call it light work, nigga this is my life's work
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin Ike's verse
Toe-taggin this muh'fucker
I don't think Joe Jackson and Buster Douglas could ever do a Mike/mic worse
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
{"If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?"}
That was part uno; this is part two though

[Royce Da 5'9"]
This the difference between y'all niggaz and real rap
The competition fell back
Niggaz ask how much did I used to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes aside like I ordered fries
I'm liable to store somebody corpse in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogatin
I was livin the story of my life and Morgan Freeman was narratin
{"Say it again"} I'm 5'9", not an inch taller
'Fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller
Before niggaz was hype beasts my niggaz was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they take it to sight-see
(What up!) Same shit, another nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone, why, we ain't ever goin out on dates
Why, we ain't vacay'in out of state
Whinin all the time, all she do was holler, we ain't like a Pagan holiday
Rappers will, be actin ill
Know when they die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards, and that says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, shoutout to Guru, I got the +Mass Appeal+
I'm tryna MURDER the microphone
I'm tryna MURDER the microphone
{"I'ma, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up"}

[Crooked I]
That was part uno; this is part two though

[Joell Ortiz]
Oh you don't, know? Let me learn ya
I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murder
The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of
the Gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House Gang, WHAT UP!) Other groups basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, takin it further
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You can't go at +Uno+ motherfucker that's a +Draw Four+
Huh? We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint
Fuck around now you on the bleachers soon as Joe point
Brothers for real, I can
honestly say if you come at me they'll be three dots on you while I'm still typin
Meet fire, +Street Fighters+ when these pens writin
Shady, you go through us to get to Em/M., Bison
(Come on, quit your whylin again) Nah Joe
These niggaz stupid, boy we do this shit, yaowa
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
{"Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies"}

[Crooked I]
That was part uno; this is part two though

[Joe Budden]
These niggaz might play cra'y, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's mayday
Right foot in melee, strapped to light AK
E'ry bar get in the face like Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for Bundles
Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein humble
Still, the nickel plate ain't known to get 'em situated
It's return fire even when Joey initiate it
So, how I feel about these rap niggaz? FUCK 'em all
Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause when it's gats involved
Bodies'll fall from the sky, could really be rainin cats and dogs
It's Joey! Nicer than any rapper you rockin to
Call a spade a spade, nigga try and follow suit
Uhh, I'm tryna murder the microphone
Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone
{"Too many big dogs, not enough barkin yet"}

[Crooked I]
That was part uno; this is part two though

[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
"We will be here forever and ever and ever and ever and..
 ever and ever and ever and ever and..
 ever and ever and ever and ever and ever"
(House Gang, WHAT UP!)