Original Flavor - Grip Da Mic Tight lyrics

Yeah Magnificent 7 in the house Clark Kent and a crew of seven MC's It's all that We gon' show you how we grip the mic We gon' do our little thing Now let the beats flow on and let the rhymes flow on Will Ski, why don't you jump in, come on [ VERSE 1: Will Ski ] Hip-hip-hooray, zippedy-doo-da Well, here's a jolly good fellow without one flaw DJ, play my records till the cows come home What's goin on inside my dome? Needle to the groove as the records spin clockwise Everybody make room, Clark is on the rise (Clark Kent gonna cut it up Come on Clark Kent, why don't you cut it up?) Diffy-diffy-damn, I'm giffy-gonna sippy-sippy-slam Don't you know who I am? Da-na, da-na, get out the water ...run for the border Who will be the next to flex in my direction? Here comes the injection, feel the full aggression Of me, Ski, how plainly can I put it? I never have to foot it, Dame drives a Path I laugh, hahaha, it's hilarious My styles are various, let me take care of this Stand back when the lips are nice Big Doug, time to grip the mic [ VERSE 2: Big Doug ] Them the brothers gonna do a simulation just for you And the verse that I kick is the color true Down with the sounds of the future, the Flavor and the Super -men once again Clark Kent is a trooper Yo pause, no cream, it's just the way it seems What's a bro to do when the beat drops clean On the 1, 2, yeah, like that Peace to the Supermen in the black hats Yo, peace to my crew cause they all get some The corporation of the lords of the drum My brother Flash Back, heard you run with Dash (Huh?) Grip the mic (When?) Next not last [ VERSE 3: Flash Back ] Contrary to the laws of nature, Flavor on the one Flash Back comin back right about now For the hoes fair a world premier The future crew knew that we do what we have to Cosmos grew a little brighter, turned into a writer Producer and a microphone fighter Cause it don't make sense when you can't ah... Huh? Yeah? Oh - express yourself Finetune rhymes to come into the lime, room Made for the black kid tryin to flip a lid Grip the mic, T. Strong, show the MC's that you're rugged Ready to configurate the raw [ VERSE 4: T. Strong ] Yo, I'm on a higher level than ba** and treble And when I'm on the mic, I'm the wrong man to step to My rhyme'll shoot ya Beat me? More power to ya Cause I got the smoother manoeuvre Shorty should back up and breathe, baby buster Cause even when I'm by myself I crush the Competition into little kibbles and bits And I make more hits upon more hits Any rhyme you write you know I will top ya Lookin like the Phantom of the Opera I'm bein the best that a blackman can be Blowin up just like Oprah Winfrey I put glamour in a night, damn I'm a sight To see, and if I rip it right, hold tight T. Strong is in effect takin it light It's all on Relay to come grip the mic [ VERSE 5: Relay ] Hold up, wait a minute, pause Clark - cool It's the rhythm kingpin, I need to be smooth (As I come back with a new kinda beat Relay - drop it to em) Hey yo, pop-pop-fizzle-fizzle, pop-pop wiggle with your waistline A rhymthm when I wreck shop Kaleidoscope from the beat, neck vibe when the beat's thick Uptown swingin it, focus while I'm wringin it Base to the back and back to the basics Quick with the lyrics ( ? ) wear Asics Or better yet Timberlands when it's time to k** a man Shawn, grip the mic with the gangster lean [ VERSE 6: Sean Wan ] I'm goin strip-strip-strip it, take the mic and rip it And my opponent's through from the moment I grip it So settle down, seckle, ease back and swing low Piggy-back a tempo when cream on the flow And I'll ride it cause I'm excited, about to groove on The hip-hop smooth on the 560 cruise on The path, the trail, the truth, no vails All flip scripts with hip-hop lip Cause it's the hard (hard) pack (pack) stance Yeah, the [edited] man Once again on the track with the family Kickin the flavor [edited] can't stand me See me, wish you'd beat me, wanna test me Vex me, but I won't let it stress me [ VERSE 7: Suave Lover ] Can I get a level, can I get a cue? Can I get some volume, can I get some room? Can I break it down, yep, I think I can Can I be the man, my song's about to slam A-fee-fi-fo-fum a-fum, the fee, the fi Check the rhyme as I swing this to those who wanna try Watch me as I get loose, the Suave's about to get warm So hear this as I shape this rhyme into rapping form Conduct the grammar of the utmost fliest nature Get with the Suave cause I'm the caramel flavor Figure there's no question of who's the perfectionist Into this, so take a good sniff Ki-kick a rhyme or two to flex off my fitness of quickness To show you that the Suave is human swiftness Nudge my nose, give a glance and shrug my shoulders [edited] your head up if drunk or even sober But wait a minute, cause I'm about to get in it Cause any competitive contest, I'm sure to win it Kickin more than just a style and different kind of techniques So sit back and relax ( ? ) as a pro speaks Yeah Like I said we did our [edited] thing Clark Kent and the Magnificent 7 here to make it swing Big shout out to Will Ski, Big Doug Flash Back, T. Strong, Relay, Big Sean Wan, Suave Lover Dame Dash My man Lil Shawn Jesse, my man Ross We did our thing, you can't front All you s**ers who don't know the time, get with it That's how to fly a rhyme, youknomsayin? That's how we grip the mic real tight