THE ODD COUPLE - Open The Mic lyrics

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[Verse 1: J-Love]

Yeah, uh, yo

Let me spark this

I'm already wound up

Let's burn it from the ground up

Turn the fuckin' sound up

Allow drunks spittin' on this underground cut

Come around

It's goin' down like the town slut

Keep your mouth shut

I'm quick to set it

Kid forgot it

I get gas then piss unleaded

Your shits pathetic

Slip before your wigs beheaded

Disconnected and ripped apart like a Christmas present

Flip this record

We can battle on the instrumental

Battle to a quicker tempo

Battle with a pen and pencil

Your girls digits in my pocket

That's coincidental

But if they had a pimp Olympics I would win a medal

I've been a rebel for the most of my life

I go to your show with a knife, start provoking a fight

Jump on stage just when the moment is right

And scream "open the mic"

Your opponent gets sliced

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]

Out the mouth comes fire

Who ignite the fullest?

Celph Titled feed you lead, make you bite the bullet

Talk imaginary crime stories and get dealt shots

Surprise you with the Kalico and get shell shocked

And Hells hot

You don't wanna get caught there

When it's warfare we suit up and carry fours in pairs

I'll rob a bitch a too

Snatch her purse with the quickness

Not Jamaican but I love to jerk chickens

Niggas disrespect I never keep it on wax

We load up the vans

With soldiers and fully loaded macs

Crashing threw the windows of your crib

Blastin' shots

Wearing Navy Seal suits to look like astronauts

Don't give a fuck about rap

You talking thug shit

Drain your bodily fluids

Now you lack substance

Whether east or west

You bring beef round here

I'll launch a missile to your city till the coast is clear

[Verse 3: Louis Logic]

Ayo you feeling me?

Well get your mittens out my trousers

Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers

You sit around announcers, got nothing to say

Like your girl when I'm standing up and fucking her face

Shit

We take shots like they don't effect us

With more rounds of quarters than bankers and pay phone collectors

I slip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected

As if my dick fits in a slick slip like Lego connectors

Hey don't forgot this

Jay Love & Celph

And J-Zone spit heat like they come from Hell

When I'm pissy I can dump as well

When I'm not, I'm just pissed off

So your two choices are lump or swell

Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch

In a pair of cushion knee pads and safety mats

And lately that's been the reasons they hate me rappin'

Cause my dick disappears in your chicks mouth like baby aspirin

[Verse 4: J-Zone]

Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony (and he talks about is hoes)

I say Zone got a long dick, blow me (mothafucka)

The more y'all hate, the more the money come

I ain't been unanimous loved since I was 21 with Music For Tu Madre

My first LP?

All that critical acclaim?

Shit, I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte

But now I talk trash and bring Hell to the people

You're not a broad or a bank teller... I don't want to see you

Too cheap to go clubbin' (yep)

Too ugly to model (uh huh)

Too broke to drink Cris, but I'll front with the bottle

J-Zone give a dime to record (what?!)

Bitch please, rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers

ARC on the beat (Record Collector)

I, Couple and Celph use your bathroom and pee on the seat

And fuck a holistic hoe

I'd rather have a hoe with lipstick blow on my balls like a piccolo

[Verse 5: J.J. Brown]

Now hold up

You can't have a jam without the engineer man

It's double J. Brown in this bitch, jeah!

I, get into your psyche, don't care if you like me

You pussy, even your lesbo flow is so dykey

Check the level, dump the treble that's the phat G sound

The devil's on a whole new level when we roll through your town

Cause it's the O double D, C-O-U-P-L-E

With J.B. on this banger, courtesy of A.V.

It's hot shit

Ooooh, don't say you is when it isn't

Like jerkin' off with your left hand, our shit just feels different

And "Por Que" you wanna act like you got that pimp shit

Sin-A-Matic heads know that my posse makes hits

I heard you thinkin' drinkin' is some shit that we say

But best believe I leave? drippin' with Grand monyay

Hip hop horray

It's the end for you clowns

And leave your hoe to standing up

You sit the fuck back down