Evidence - Microphones lyrics

[Aceyalone] Excuse me - sir, whose microphone is this? "I think it's that guy over there" This guy over here? Excuse me, is this your microphone? "Yeah" I mean, I've seen a lot of MC's on this microphone But this is your microphone, right? "Yeah, yeah, it's mine" I mean, what I really wanted to know is Is this really, I mean really, really your microphone? [Aceyalone] This microphone is mine Whenever I hold it, I transcend time This microphone allows me to shine Bright, with the light This microphone is my weapon This microphone is my confidant This microphone is my magical wand To make all y'all, all y'all I mean all y'all respond Yeeeaahh This microphone takes me one step beyond This microphone helped to save my soul This microphone helped to pave this road They say "what do you do?" I say "what do you mean?" They say "what's your profession" I say "microphone fiend" This microphone is the one and only thing That lets me live, lets me open up and give This microphone helps me not be broke This microphone helped to feed my folks This microphone always keeps me awoke I tell the truth and I don't tell jokes Now check it I tell the truth and I don't tell jokes Now check it out This microphone, when it's in my hand With or without a band, or a mic stand I command, even if it's static-y and distorted I still gotta automatically record it This microphone, connected to the power supply My thoughts blossom, like flowers in the sky This microphone... [P.E.A.C.E.] Deactivate factor We fracture microphones Is that a microphone? a microphone? Go on and roam, take out loans If you wanna own, backpains, swallow it down Live from LA, it's Peace and Aceyalone Speak rhymes over cell phones Now I know you not gonna sing that song Why? cause ain't nobody gonna understand that, homes This fool is the most a**ured ?? and thongs on Down car phones, somebody pa**ed out With the car door opened, a**ed out Run up on him, see what he got A nice box of microphones, microphones These are the same ones being slung to the clones Oooh, another busted busta getting broke by the microphone.. [Spoken] Okay, now I see you proved your point So now, I do have another question for you "What's that?", "Why so many questions, man?" I want to know, who's style is that? [Aceyalone] Aw P.E.A.C.E. man you know these fools are just LIARS They got fundamental problems they're good DRYERS But they're not FLIERS They're wings are broken, they're sittin' there choking on bones When they can get down on the microphone I'm committed, I did it, I hit it Completely.. reared system All booted up uh, all suited up huh Looking all cute, when I'm about to.. take your boots And I'm about to take the gloves too And everything I love I.. love you but I still gotta shove you In my oven full of MCs cause you're not maTURE You're not PURE, your styles don't enDURE For SURE! .. this is WAR! And I'm a warrior and you get ripped up and tore All into pieces, huh, but uh check my thesis P.E.A.C.E. is up next, aight peace [P.E.A.C.E.] You say styles is what you want, huh You say styles is what you flaunt, huh But you're not knowing about P.E. A-C-E and Aceyalone We get down straight burn it to the bone On the micropho-o-one, micropho-o-one Get on down hound, dance if you wa-a-ant We don't care we 'bout to take y'all home To the end of the cut y'all don't know what's up But break me down now See ya homie We out Microphone