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Mother, mothersucker, yeah, oh, this is what you want, huh?Microphone checker, yoUh, motherfuckin' microphone checkerKeep that grip tight, like my Smith and WessonIke with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up?Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like SojournerMotherfuckin' microphone eaterSpittin' hot shit, hit your dome with the heaterWouldn't want to be ya, this lyrical fajitasGot dragon balls, like my name was VegetaMotherfuckin' super duper swankingNiggas still hating, pigs want him for the baconTake 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order outTell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard aboutYes, I guess the word is out, we coming for the top dollarTop rottweiler, since I popped my collarNiggas say they hitters, they ain't ever shot nadaMe? I'd rather not snitch up on my own problemsCause I'm a microphone killerEspecially when my head is gone off the liquorSpecially educated, heavily medicatedGive me that beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my niggaFlow sweeter than vanillaTell these haters beat it, can't Jackson thrillerI'm the nigga that you see when you're in the mirrorSongtexteSay my name five times, this what I deliverThis a motherfuckin' nuke that I'm droppin'The world in my pocket, kick you out your continentAlways drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow keep constantAnd I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, niggaWhich one of y'all niggas really want it with me?None of y'all niggas, fuck outta hereBeast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your areaThis a motherfuckin' nuke that I'm droppin'The world in my pocket, kick you out your continentAlways drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow keep constantAnd I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, niggaNiggas know, niggas, niggas, niggas know Aus Songtexte Mania