SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Microphone lyrics

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"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" <i>[repeat in background]</i><br>

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<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>

Yeah, yeah...<br>

Too many Indians and no chiefs<br>

I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece<br>

I'm the blueprint - I have your clothes <br>

lookin like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints<br>

When I bless a joint - it's like Spock<br>

came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point<br>

I got the voc' in touch<br>

I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up<br>

Too many enemies and no killers<br>

Too many that hate snitchin but know squealers<br>

I get stacks (stacks)<br>

I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap<br>

I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope<br>

Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back<br>

So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout?<br>

(Die Hard) like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it<br>

Too many hood guys, not enough good guys<br>

The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-i<br>

I don't be fuckin around on that microphone<br>

When I'm kickin them flows on that microphone<br>

The illest nigga that's holdin that microphone<br>

I put my heart and my soul in that microphone<br>

I put it down on that (microphone)<br>

Turn up the motherfuckin sound on that microphone<br>

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<i>[Crooked I]</i><br>

But turn it down if you weak on that microphone<br>

Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone<br>

My ultrasounds show me holdin a microphone<br>

That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone<br>

Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone<br>

Like James Brown I'ma DIE on the microphone<br>

Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone<br>

They on the same bullshit that Mike was on<br>

You're lookin at the unseen, missin and to the unheard<br>

I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!)<br>

You're verbally flirtin with murder, you got some nerve<br>

I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out!<br>

We the mob, homie who need a job?<br>

Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob<br>

Too many in this industry I need to rob<br>

And if eatin niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob!<br>

Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest<br>

Listen this hear me spittin think it's a pissing contest<br>

I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me<br>

they better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness<br>

Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies<br>

If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?<br>

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<i>[Joell Ortiz]</i><br>

You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone<br>

I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone<br>

Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone<br>

I turn a father to a son on that microphone<br>

I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone<br>

And tell his R's I don't need no microphone<br>

Too many critics tend to be silly<br>

Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies<br>

I get it poppin like a ineen milli{?}<br>

Now I'm havin a whale of a good time, I'm a (Free Willy)<br>

Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really<br>

Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily<br>

None of you kids spit evenly<br>

You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin me<br>

Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame<br>

Too many claimin insanity and they so sane<br>

Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game<br>

Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine<br>

Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name<br>

In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses<br>

Too many monkey see, monkey doers<br>

I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster<br>

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<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>

Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone<br>

Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone<br>

I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone<br>

A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone<br>

Decide who you wan' be on that microphone<br>

I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones<br>

Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on<br>

Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on<br>

Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin off<br>

I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a FLUCK how I come across<br>

All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft<br>

Gun go off, havin like a good show, just spun 'em off<br>

Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap<br>

They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope<br>

Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet<br>

Too many blueprints, not enough architects<br>

Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess<br>

FUCK record sales or who the machine markets best<br>

I'm the last muh'fucker that y'all should test<br>

I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next<br>

Too many frontin like y'all that fly<br>

REACH it, cause we set the bar that high (FOOL)<br>

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<i>[Royce]</i> I don't be fuckin around on that microphone<br>

<i>[Crook]</i> You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone<br>

<i>[Joell]</i> You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone<br>

<i>[Joe B]</i> Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone<br>

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"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" <i>[repeat to fade]</i><br>

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