Parks Vallely - Microphone lyrics

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Too many Indians and no Chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pre-mote peace I'm the blueprint I have your clothes lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints When I bless a joint, it's like Spock Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point I got the Vulcan touch I tell my b**h I'mma give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up Too many enemies and no k**ers Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers I get stacks (stacks) I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap I spit crack for y'all n***as to get dope Y'all gotta wait for the Transporter to get back So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout Die Hard like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to k** it Too many hood guys, not enough good guys The way you say p**y in plural, is puss-i I don't be f**in' around on that microphone When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone The illest n***a that's holdin' that microphone I put my heart and my soul in that microphone I put it down on that (microphone) Turn up the motherf**in' sound on that microphone [Verse 2: Crooked I] But turn it down if you weak on that microphone Lame n***as shouldn't speak on that microphone My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone Like James Brown I'mma die on the microphone Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone They on the same bullsh** that Mike was on You're lookin' at the unseen, listenin' to the unheard I k** your career with one word, Slaughterhouse You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out We the mob, homie who need a job Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob Too many in this industry I need to rob And if eatin n***as made you obese, I be The Blob f** props, n***a this a different conquest Listener's hear me spit and think it's a pissin' contest I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me They better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies If you are what you eat, how come I'm not p**y [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] You lil' n***as better come off that microphone I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone I turn a father to a son on that microphone I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone And tell The Source I don't need no microphone Too many critics tend to be silly Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies I get it poppin' like a nine milli Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily None of you kids spit evenly You body my verse is like a thick b**h leavin' me Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane Less than whack Scooby Snack lack flow game Rappers everything I do be that crack c**aine Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses Too many monkey see, monkey doers I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster [Verse 4: Joe Budden] n***as know I get it in on that microphone Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone Decide who you wan' be on that microphone I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on k**ed the web, it don't matter what site you on Say his mouth always runnin' off I tell 'em bridge or tunnel, give a f** how I come across All these wannabe tough guys, son is soft Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off Treat old-timers like f*gs who drop the soap They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet Too many blueprints, not enough architects Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess f** record sales or who the machine markets best I'm the last muh'f**er that y'all should test I'm the sharp shooter, you the n***a I target next Too many frontin like y'all that fly Reachin, cause we set the bar that high [Outro: Royce Da 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden] "I don't be f**in around on that microphone" "You lame n***as shouldn't speak on that microphone" "You lil' n***as need to come off that microphone" "n***as know I get it in on that microphone"