a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap, please say goodnight And here's a little something that you might not like My DJ's name is Mix Master Mike
I swing hard liquor Goin down by the second round, all hail the underground How dat sound? Xzibit backin down from a conflict Fuck the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal
that was all good tho, cuz uh, The year after that I had, I had some, some no name shits, Some all black shits, haha Them shits had metal, metal shoelace
, you know I try I try, I try I try, you know I try [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle More metal for beef that
Goin' straight to the point, the gun's Waka Flocka Rhymes is electric Fire bolts! It'll make your voice crack like Whitney hittin' high notes I got a metal
hoes (hoes) You keep on disrespectin it, we kick it in your domes (domes) You niggas ain't trill (trill), you niggas is some hoes (hoes) [Verse 4: Killer Mike
an art words paintin' worth paintin' my heart. New york to la, younge street to robson, We get the job done and rob with tribeslum. [prevail] Live and effect, graze the edge of the metal
in Albee Square.. but now I shop in Queens, I tell my niggaz I'll be here On M.U. block yo cause I don't care With my nigga Mike (?) blow 'dro through
Intro: Yeah Top It's the T.O.P nikka.. it's the top not the bottom Yeah Mike Beck Drop that beat Chorus: Now how you end up in this fucked up situation
and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike
I remember the doors, i remember live aid And i remember every year jerry lewis god paid I remember shit live back when nobody missed it Like mike first
voted picture me on the scene Huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween Mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends Kill or be killed metal
fuck about the cop in the club Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed, right Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike
I wanted to bring back that reality, but nobody Can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga
a verse To hear some nigger curse They call me rude some dudes fiery attitude Claimin' I boast and smoke And sometimes sing the blues I twang metal and
on my tip, so listen to Mike D My work is my play, because I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D, as you can see and I can do the jerk MCA, Ad Rock, Mike
or gonna be first The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes Yo, the heavy metal
Tampax You can't leave home without my CD, like Air Max I throw them bows left to right I'm so so Def a like, legendary like Mike, *** We 'bout to throw
