[CHORUS (REPEAT 2X):]
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How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
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Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
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[LAURYN:]
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I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
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Thinking of all the kids who try to do this
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For all the wrong reasons
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Seasons change, mad things rearrange
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But it all stays the same like the love Doctor Strange
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I'm tame like the rapper,
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Get red like a snapper when they do that
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Got your whole block saying"TRUE DAT"
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If only they knew that,
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It was you who was irregular,
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Sold your soul for some secular
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Muzak that's wack,
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Plus you use that loop over and over
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Claiming that you got a new style
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Your attempts are futile, Ooo chile
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Your puerile,
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Brain waves are sterile
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You can't create, you just wait to take, my tape's
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Laced with malice
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Hands get calloused
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From grippin' microphones from here to Dallas
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Go ask Alice if you don't believe me,
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I get Inner Visions like Stevie
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See me, ascend from the chalice like the weed be
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Indeed be like Khalil Muhammad
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MC's make me vomit
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I get controversial
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Freak your style with no rehearsal
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Ooo, contraire mon frere
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Don't you even go there
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Me without a mic is like a beat without a snare
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I dare to tear into your ego,
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We go, way back like some ganja and pelequo
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Or Coleco-Vision
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My mind makes incisions in your anatomy
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And I'll back this with Deuteronomy
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Or Leviticus, God made this word
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You can't get with this
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Sweet like licorice,
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Dangerous like syphillis, yeah.
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[CHORUS (REPEAT 4X):]
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How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
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Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
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[CLEF:]
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I used to be underrated
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Now I take iron, makes my s*** constipated
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I'm more concentrated.
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So on my day off,
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With David Sonnenberg I play golf
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Run through Crown Heights screaming out Mazel Tov
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Problem with no man
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Before black, I'm first human
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Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand
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Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under
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One day I'll have a label and make deals with Tommy Motolla
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Momma always told me "You're one in a million"
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Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
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Now I got a record deal, "How does it feel?"
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I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal.
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Cause the whole world's out of order
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So at night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta
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One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth
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The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout
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Brother brother can't you get this through your head
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It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra-reds.
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[CHORUS (REPEAT 3X):]
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How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
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Say Me Say Many Moni Say me say manymanymany
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[PRAZ:]
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Too many MC's not enough Mic's
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Exit your show like I exit the turnpike
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Dice and dynamite like Dolomite
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Double deuce delight, I don't Dick Van Dyke
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Startlight to starbrite the freaks come out at night
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Like my man Wyclef (I wear my sunglasses at night)
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And my panache will mosh your entourage
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Squash your squad and hide your body under my garage.
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And when the cops come lookin'
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I'll be bookin' to Brooklyn
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Leave the trails broken flippin' tokens to Hoboken
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A clean getaway like Alec Baldwin
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Drivin' in my fast car playin' Tracy Chapman
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[CHORUS (Repeat to end):]
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How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily
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Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany
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How Many Mics
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